Murder Drones: New Models

N sat by the basement door, unable to believe that his Uzi could do such a thing. Well—he could believe it, but not to their own son. The Disassembly Drone tried everything to break the door down, but it was reinforced. His last hope was the grenade launcher. N: Damn it!!! Just as he was about to fire, stepping behind the couch for cover, the basement door suddenly opened. Out came Uzi, carrying Izun in her arms. His arms were sliced open lengthwise, all the way to the elbows. Uzi: Heal him—now! N: Uzi, what did you…?! Uzi: FASTER!!! Darkness. Just me and my thoughts. Why do we exist? They say Humans created Drones. But why? Were they just bored? Even if that’s true, our civilization has evolved. Generations have passed. My peers go to school, enjoy the world. And me? Am I worse than them? Why do I always have to stay home? WHY? Though… what do I even want? No one’s going to answer me anyway… Izun: *Reboot System* N: He’s waking up! Izun: A…a… What’s happening?! N: *hugging him* You’re awake! What a relief! Izun: Dad, what’s going on? N: Doesn’t matter! You finally woke up—after a whole week! You’re still too weak. Rest now. Izun: (A whole week? That can’t be…) N left the room and headed downstairs. Meanwhile, Izun struggled to get out of bed and followed his father. Reaching the staircase, he stopped and listened. Uzi: I’m really glad, but… who do we leave him with? We’ve got the night shift. N: We used to just leave while he was asleep. Uzi: But now he needs more care than before. And Dad’s working with us too. N: I don’t know… Uzi: Although… you’re right. First, he won’t go beyond the yard. Second, he’ll be asleep. Izun could agree with the first part—but not the second. Tonight, he planned to investigate what his mother had done to him. /Night\ The satellite Copper-9 had risen. N and Uzi left for work, unaware that their son was still awake. Izun moved swiftly toward the basement door. But it was locked with a heavy padlock. Izun: Oh, come on! He searched the entire house, lifting furniture, checking behind shelves—but found no key. Just as hope began to fade, he leaned on the bookshelf, and a book fell—revealing a key. Izun: Yes! But it wasn’t for the basement. It was a spare key for the house. Thinking it through, he realized he could grab a crowbar from the garage and break the basement lock. Reaching the front door, the young Drone inserted the key and stepped outside. He didn’t often get to go out—especially at night. At the garage, he carefully opened the door and began searching for the tool. After half an hour, he found a crowbar and used it to snap the basement lock open. Darkness greeted him. Descending the stairs, he hesitated. Was this the right thing to do? The doubt vanished as he reached the bottom and turned on the light. Oil stains were everywhere. It felt like someone had been dismembered here. Izun felt uneasy, but his attention was drawn to the railgun glowing green—the one his mother had shown him. It still lay on the table in the center of the room. Swallowing his fear, he stepped closer. As he reached out, green energy jolted into his palms, pulling him toward the weapon. Izun: 0_0 Uhhh! What is this?! The closer he got to the magnetic source, the more it felt like his strength was draining. Snapping out of it, he tried to push the weapon away—or maybe leap back himself. But from his hands, a matching acid-green beam shot out toward the railgun. It ricocheted off and struck the brick wall opposite. The light bulbs burst, plunging the basement into darkness. Shelves collapsed, pinning the child beneath them. Izun’s display flashed: Offline