/md/ - Murder Drones

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>>311243

>>311306
*sigh* o-kay...

Eyes!

>>311306
How do I know she won't clog the toilet the moment she sets foot inside my house and won't force me to clean up after her?

>>311318
With her giant head?

>louisa corners you
>"Sup my skibidi sigma, you lookin very 6 7 tonight, wanna clap my gyatt?"
>You are contemplating suicide at the moment

>>311321
Anyone who doesn't want a 4 foot tall semen demon with a cute speech impediment is a gaylord

>>311320
I need to tell Tessa how to sabotage a lamborghinis breaks immediately

>>311323
this >>311315 with Anon replacing Miss Yukari and J replacing Osaker

>>311323
Beretta geeking out at the announcement of the two Star Wars games at the Game Awards.

>>311312
And expanding with the promissed Tessa
>Be Tessa (young)
>The gala was great
>To see all your friends, old and new dance
>Oh it was quite something
>You get giddy just thinking about it
>You stayed well past your bed time
>Hah, you don’t have bed time any more!
>You are the lady of this manor!
>But you should go to bed
>J said you have to attend another meaning with shareholders tomorrow
>And you already have another expedition to the dump planned
>Oh it’s gonna be so much fun!
>You already have a route planed!
>And so many of your new friends agreed to help you
>You already turned many of the manors rooms into drone repair workshops
>J was reluctant to let you order so many tools at first but she caved after you read that “Management for Dummies” book and aced the test she preadapted for you
>The next day comes
>The meeting went well?
>J was sitting next to you, telling you out whenever you what to say
>They want to do something called “Reclamation Protocol” on the planet that exploded
>Apparently the drones there survived
>You don’t like the fact that they will be hurt
>But J said there is nothing you can do about that
>This sucks!
>You hope those drones manage to survive… somehow
>You agreed to the reclamation and the meeting ended soon after
>The old crooks talked about windex or something
>Last time you checked this company made drones not window cleaner
>Whatever
>Your group of brave drone expeditionists is ready for an adventure to the dump
>N and V are among them
>J can’t go, she has paperwork to do
>You split your drones into three groups
>One lead by N
>One by V
>And one by you of course
>You return home with many wheelbarrows of broken drones
>You can’t wait to fix them up!
>Some time passes
>Aunt Martha is visiting today
>You ask your friends to clean the place up
>You don’t mind the oil spills on the floor that much… but aunt Martha wouldn’t want you living in filth
>Once she arrives she’s a bit… overwhelmed by the greeting you and your drones give her
>Your drones form a circle around her car in the front courtyard
>They take it up fully, and still some fifty drones wait in the entryway to the manor
“Tessa! I… See you’ve been busy”
>One of the butlers helps her out of the car
>All of your drones give her a bow
>You run up to give her a hug
>You grab aunt Martha by the hand and lead her inside
>You want to show her what you did with the place
>She stayed over the weekend
>You were sad when she left on monday
>You gave her a sendoff as grand as the greeting
>While she was here she informed you that she hired tutors for you
>You protested at first
>But you gave in eventually
>She said that education is important
>And J agreed, citing that a CEO should know a lot about many topics
>Plus it’s only going to be during weekends and there will be no etiquette lessons like when mom hired tutors
>More times passes
>The lessons are a bit boring
>And the teachers are annoying
>You pay enough attention to keep J and aunt Martha happy with your education
>Except for the times when the man teaching you engineering comes
>You always give him a warm welcome
>And his lessons are a pleasure
>You ask him many, many questions
>More time passes
>You grow older
>Aunt Martha visits you many times
>You notice she gets a bit less comfortable each time she visits
>Eventually she starts to invite you to her place instead
>You agree, you take some of your drones with you as an entourage each time
>She looks a bit disappointed each time you arrive
>The company has begun the reclamation
>They send a different kind of drone to do it
>They are bigger, they have guns and tails with tasers
>They wear padded riot clothing
>You… hope it will at least be quick
>More time passes
>The tutors have nothing more to teach you
>You get all sorts of graduation papers from them
>You display the one you got from the engineering tutor and hide the rest in a drawer
>The dump has grown slimmer
>The vast mountains on drones have turned into ditches with an occasional broken chassis
>You run out of space in the manor a lot time ago
>J came up with an idea
>You ordered a lot of building supplies
>There is a lot of free space around the manor
>Your dad used it as a golf course
>Stupid boring sport
>Your family begun building houses for themselves there
>There are already a few drone neighbourhoods around
>You visit them from time to time
>The reclamation project isn’t going well
>The workers are dug in

>>311327
>You are partially relived but you hope they aren’t just prolonging the inevitable
>The disassemblers need an upgrade
>You chip in with the designs a bit
>The shareholders love it and the company engineers are… alright people, except Henry… he’s a creep but you can’t fire him… he’s important to too many projects
>More time passes
>It’s your twentieth birthday today
>So much has changed
>Your family has completed the construction project around the manor
>There is now a small town surrounding it
>So many drones live there…
>You can hardly keep track of all of them
>But you care about them
>And you want them to know
>So you asked them to put up speakers on every building so you can tell them
>You do so each morning, midday and evening
>And today will be no different
>You get out of bed and tap the microphone
“Hello everyone! This is your friend Tessa! Here to remind you that I care about you all! Hope you have a pleasant day”
>You love this
>Oh but you feel a bit sad
>There are still so many empty buildings around
>And the ditch run out of drones last year
>You even started excavations but the older models only lasted two months
>And then you reached rock
>You want more drones…. But J said that getting new ones would be too costly…
>Nothing you can do about that
>You get dressed and leave your room
>Your family prepared a party for you
>Aunt Martha won’t be able to come this year
>A shame… but one of your cousins got into an accident in one the firearm factories he runs, and ended up in the hospital
>He needs her more than you right now
>She send you a gift with instructions to not open it until today so it’s been siting in the ballroom you’re going to use for the party
>You try to help with the preparations but everyone shoos you away
>Even N told you that you shouldn’t ruin the surprise
>You settle for watching cartoons with Cyn instead
>And there’s a special little someone with her
>Cyn holds the pillbaby in her hands in such a way that her screen is facing the TV
>“How are you two gals doing?”
>Cyn beams you warm smile
“[Happy, surprised tone] Tessa. We’ve been having fun”
>Hope makes a happy baby noise
>”That’s great”
>You sit down next to her
>“You mind if I spend some time with you? Everyone told me to go away”
“[Caring tone] Don’t worry. The surprise will be worth it”
>”Yeah everyone told me about a surprise… can you tell me what it is?”
“Don’t be silly. Tessa. It wouldn’t be surprise if I told you”
>”Please?”
“No”
>”Please?”
”No”
>”Please?”
”[Serious] No”
>”PLEASE?”
“[Very Serious] No. Final answer”
>”Ok… can I at least hold Hope?”
>Cyn smiles and hands you the pillbaby
“[Agreed] My beloved niece. Tessa will hold you now”
>You hold Hope up to your face and look into those two white ovals
>”Aren’t you cute! I could just eat you up!”
“[Concern] Tessa. Eating a robot would kill you. And please don’t eat my niece”
>You chuckle and hold Hope close to your chest in such a way that she can see the TV
>Oh you remember the day when N and V told you they wanted to have a kid
>J said it was a waste of resources and time
>She changed her mind the second she saw her
>Who wouldn’t?
>You spend some time watching the TV
>Eventually Cyn begins to poke you in the face
“Tessa. Tessa. Tessa. Tessa”
>”What? What? I didn’t fall asleep!”
“You were about to. The party is ready. Your presence is demanded”
>”Oh really?”
>You get up and start going to the ballroom
>You hold Hope in one hand and help Cyn who’s leaning on you for support
>You open the door to the ballroom
>Why is it dark in here?
>You enter inside
>Cyn closes the door behind you
>You are in total darkness
>You can only see the two yellow ovals of her screen and the white ones of Hope
>Cyn takes a step forward

>>311328
>Suddenly the light turns on
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TESSA!”
>Confetti begins to fly in the air
>Everybody turns their screen lights on
>”Aww you guys…”
>V comes over to take Hope of your hands and N gives you a part hat
>You put it on, J comes over to you with the cake
>It’s small, no need for it to be big, you’re the only one who can eat it
>They begin to sing you happy birthday
>You blow out the candles once they finish singing
>The party continues and everyone starts giving you gifts
>A lot of letters from the drones living around the manor
>It will take a lot of time to read them all
>But you will read them
>It’s a shame only so many of them can attend the party in person
>V gave you a sweater she knitted herself
>You put it on and hug her
>Next up is N and Cyn
>They gave you an album of all the drawings the manor drones made over the years
>You tear up as you flip through it
>You hug them both
>You decide to open the gift from aunt Martha next
>It’s a painting of you and her
>She painted it herself… you saw her working on it once when you were visiting
>You’ll put it up somewhere where you go often
>You get a few more smaller and bigger gifts
>They are all equal to you
>Then it’s J’s turn
>She gives you a piece of cloth and tells you to tie your eyes
>This must be the surprise everyone was talking about
>You cover your eyes
>J grabs you by the hand and starts leading you somewhere
>You feel the air change…
>You’re outside
>You’ve been walking for a while
>What’s this noise?
>Like an engine or something…
“You can take it off boss”
>You untie the piece of cloth
>You are standing in a field near the manor
>In front of you is something that looks like a makeshift landing pad in the grass
>And you see what’s making all this noise
>A low orbit cargo carrier
>It flies a bit closer, drops the containers it’s carrying on the landing pad and flies off
“Surprise! Why don’t you go open it?”
>Stumped you walk up to one of the containers and open it
>Inside are drone chassis and cores, neatly segregated
>”Thank you J!”
>It seems your family will grow more after all
“That’s not all boss! There will be a shipment like that at least once a month from now on”
>You look at her, surprised
>”Didn’t you say getting new drones was to expensive?”
“These aren’t new, they are from reclamation projects, there is a huge backlog of unrepaired drones, they would have rotted in a magazine somewhere anyway so might as well reroute them here”
>There were more incidents… not as big as the one on Copper-9
>Most drone rebellions and the like got quelled within days
>You take a closer look at the chassis
>Bullet holes and slashes across the torso
>Signs of nanite acid burn
>These guys are in rough shape
>You’ll get them back on their feet
>The week passes
>Man the DD’s really did a number on them
>You barely got the first batch of your new arrivals working
>But something is wrong with them
>They don’t remember anything
>No name, what they did before, they look with amassment at the smallest of things
>You ask J
>She looks extremely worried when she explains things to you, almost ashamed
>Government regulations, they have to be wiped before being taken off world
>You are furious
>Not at J, but… you did yell at her
>Just wipe them?
>Like that?
>Kill so many drones because of.. some stupid law
>Ugh…
>There is nothing you can do about that now can you?
>It’s to late you can’t undo what has been done
>You should take care of them
>You help the new drones move into some of the empty housing
>You ask some of the drones to teach them about stuff, anything really, they don’t even know how to tie their shoes
>You visit them almost daily to make sure they are ok
>You start today’s visits with Marcus
>You named him, just like all the others
>No armband on any of them so you had to reach for a book of baby names from the library
>You would have preferred them to name themselves… but none of them knew any names
>He runs at you with a hug the moment you open the door
“Mother! I was so afraid”
>M-mother?
>You kneel down and hug him
>You begin to caress his head and he explains he had a bad dream
>You assure him it wasn’t real and nothing will harm him here
>He cheers up after that
>You leave his house once the drones from the support group arrive
>Next is Lucy
“Mom! Good to see you!”
>A-again?
>You chat with her a bit before moving on
>Next up is Pauline
“Mother, look! I drew something for you!”
>She hands you a piece of paper with a drawing of a human holding hands with a drone
>It’s labelled “Me & Mom”
>You take the piece of paper with you
>You hug with her for a bit before moving on

>>311329
>There are still thirteen drones you need to visit
“Mother”
“Mom”
“Mum”
“Mother”
“Mom”
>…
>You are back at the manor
>Today was… unusually draining
>You put a lot of drawings on your fridge today
>You are sitting in the dining room closest your your room
>You are looking at the painting from aunt Martha
>She called you a few days ago from the intensive care unit
>Cousin Saxton Junior got better
>Enough for him to get on the phone with her and wish you happy birthday as well
>There’s nothing keeping him down
>You think about today
>They are lost
>And they look to you for guidance…
>They are your family…
>So in that aspect…
>You are their mother…
>There is some of their old self in there right?
>There has to be…
>Yes, yes there must be
>…
>The clock strikes 8pm
>It’s time for your evening broadcast
>You wrestle with your thoughts for second
>You start to speak into the microphone
>”Hello my dear children, this is your mother, Tessa, here to tell you that I love you all very much and to wish you all good night”
>You will not leave your children alone
>You will care for them
>And they will love you
>More time passes
>Years
>You had to get one of those rejuvenation treatments your mother was constantly getting
>You spend a weak in some weird hospital attended by medbots
>They weren’t cute at all!
>And they didn’t even install personality matrixes on them!
>How are you meant to be comfortable when your nurse doesn’t want to be pat on the head?
>But at least your neck no longer hurts when you turn your head too much
>Your family grows
>So many new children
>You lost track of all of them so long ago…
>But you still love them
>And they love you
>But you are being torn away from them
>Copper-9 is still not reclaimed
>The investors called for “Boots on the ground leadership”
>There is a new generation of DD’s
>You worked hard on these models and so did everyone else
>The sensor suite is state of the art
>Those motors could lift a ton
>And cousin Saxton was nice enough to sell you guns at half price
>This should be over quickly…

>Be Tessa (Present day)
>Day 688 of your presence on Copper-9
>You need to buy some time
>The Shareholders are breathing down your neck
>The experimental upgrades J ordered will arrive next week
>You need to do something flashy
>To that end you called up one of your favourite non drone employees
>Anon? Aron? Adam?
>Something like that
>Important thing is, he has the demolition specialist in his squad
>You called him up to see if she was free
>And she was
>You set up a camera in front of one of the bunkers the workers are hiding in
>D begins to set up explosives on the main door
>In the mean time you talk with J
>“So, election season is over, how did things go?”
“Quite ok boss, our lobbying got us a few more representative in the senate”
>”Good, you think we can start making moves?”
“Maybe… but we needed a strong platform for the shareholders to agree, so the first few bills will be about allowing us to cut down xenoflora rainforests”
>”Fine by me, we need the space for drone factories anyway… but make sure the loggers take samples first, I know a certain someone that likes new plants in his garden”
“Sure thing”
>SD-D has finished her work
“Hey! Bosslady Tessa! She’s ready tae blow!”
>You give her a thumbs up and wait for her to move away
>You grab the detonator from your pocket and gesture to V to start filming
>The red light starts flashing on the camera
>“Dear investors of JcJenson in Space! This is the CEO, Tessa Eliott speaking! I simply want to inform you that reclamation of Copper-9 is progressing smoothly”
>V shifts the camera so that it films the door
>You press the button on the detonator
>The doors are blasted into smitheries
>V films as N runs inside the blasted airlock and drags out some unfortunate worker drone
>V cuts once the worker is dissembled
>”Alright you lot! Great work! We can go relax for today”
>D comes up to you with a questioning look
“We’re no tryin tae breach the bunker?”
>”Nah, the last door is way too though, I just wanted something flashy to get the investors off my back”
>You begin to pet D’s head
>“Oh when was the last time we talked you pretty little thing?”
“Aye it’s been a while, but I’m in ‘non’s squad now remember”
>”Yes… you just… reminded me of someone for a second, you can go back to your technician and say thank you to him from me”
“Aboot thon, he hasn’t pickit up his communicator i a while an his tracker went cauld”
>”Weird, when did you last saw him?”
“Well today… J come ower tae check on him before A flew away”
>J looks at her surprised
“What? I spent the whole day with Tessa! Aron’s next performance review is in a month!”
“Then wha wis thon?”

>>311330
And done, hope you liked it, as I was saying I will be taking a break from the 19th onwards I haven't painted warhammer minis in a while and I got 20 more storm troopers for my guard I will try to post the Ivory christmass smut green before that

What would you like for Christmas Anon?

>>311332
The will to get out of here.
And a Heldrake.

>>311335
I thought it was only in the UK.

>>311334
>>311335
>Westoid problem
I think you need more authoritarianism.

>>311341
I'm already my president's bitch, and I'm genuinely surprised he hasn't started restricting the internet yet, like they do in other countries.

I'm genuinely scared of what's happening to the internet. I'm afraid it might get out of hand and cease to be international.

>>311343
there are like two or three bills trying to restrict internet freedom for us burgers as we speak

>>311345
Quite kissable ngl

>>311345
Sauce?

>>311323
TIGDRONE

>>311333
Nah
>>311332
More people

>>311345
Who dis

>>311349
>ESL
What's that?

>>311309
popsicle for the boy

>>311319
>You couldn't bear to leave the depressed drone out on the freezing streets
>She seemed slightly relieved, but for a moment, and fell back to her sullen gaze on the way back home
>Plenty of time has passed since both of you had crossed your home's threshold, and the drone had excused herself to your bathroom
>With curiousity and anxiety beginning to swirl in your mind, you rush over to the bathroom and fling the door open
>"At least she didn't lock i-"
>Your eyeballs are immediately locked on the farcical scene laid out before you
>Half of the drone's head is hidden in the jaws of the toilet bowl and both of her hands are (futilely) gripping the rim of the seat, fighting for freedom
>"Bspsssrrrrrrrpppgulgluglu" rings out from the bowl, you have no idea of the origin of this language
>"Oh what the hell" you mutter under your breath and snatch a slightly oversized plunger
>You spit in both of your hands, rub them together, and plant the sucker on the drone's head
>After several pulls she breaks free from her assailant and gasps for breath
>You kneel down and extend your hand to the drone
>She looks at you for a split second, slaps the hand away and stands up, her expression ready to flatten a mountain
>Right before leaving the room, she holds one hand up and begins to speak
>"If I hear ANYONE finding out about this..."
>The drone swiftly turns around to deliver the second part of her speech
>*BAM*
>Except she forgot the plunger was still stuck on her head and it hit the doorframe, completely throwing off her balance
>"This is gonna be a long night" you say to yourself, imagining yellow stars flying around the limp drone's head

>>311339
Renee...

>>311345
>>311353
>213 cm tall
My dick got hard.

>>311357
>Defender Bot

>>311337
It's everywhere globohomo reaches

>>311353
I like

>>311334
Depression

Uzi's an unlovable freak yes

>>311362
Hey! She's Emily's garbage!

>I reclined in the dim confines of my P̶r̶i̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶N̶e̶s̶t̶ home a cramped. >It wasn't much, just a pile of my fellow recycled drone parts who weren't lucky woven into a some kind of Hut like structure. For months now, the relentless grind of agriculture had eased. No more endless shifts under the hot bright sun, no more worries if your batteries would suddenly die.
>Even the hounds had dialed back their aggression, patrolling the ridges with less snarling urgency. Still their glares is terrifying. Still it was suspicious.
>"Why everything else felt slow?"

>I powered down my worries and reached for my prized possession: A book containing facts and data slate salvaged from some long-forgotten era. >We only known servitude to our masters but I wonder. >Earth, Our planet of origin of ruins and radiation, where humans, drone or all organic forms were born. >Why abandoned it to reach beyond the stars? But I guess I'm no different since i want to escape my planet of origin as well. I scrolled idly through entries on extinct species, my optic sensors absorbing details of creatures that once roamed supreme: Dinosaurs...

>A faint noise interrupted my reading. It was subtle at first, like the rustle of loose soil in the vents, but it grew insistent, scratching and somewhere near the base of my nest. With curiosity in my optics, I put my book aside, I sneak toward the sound, my limbs moving with the quiet precision to not alarm the intruder or myself. >The noise led my to a shadowy corner, where a small a tiny creature no bigger than my palm, with a segmented body and twitching appendages that gleamed under my visor light.

>Intrigued, I lunged forward, my quick reflexes honed from years of catching pests in the fields. I snatched an empty cup from my shelf and inverted it over the intruder, trapping it beneath the transparent glass. The thing skittered against the glass walls, its kept moving in frantic motion, but it couldn't escape. I tilted my head, scanning it closely.
>"What was this?" It didn't match any of the standard vermin profiles in my database. This looked... organic. Alien, even. My processors whirred as I cross-referenced it with my Earth entries. >Could it be one of those? A survivor from the old world, somehow sneaking in a human rocket witout notice?
>As I pondered, lifting the cup slightly to get a better visual, a knock echoed through my door.
>"Who could that be?"

>>311364
>They knocked again, louder this time. I set the cup down carefully on a shelf just out of sight. I scanned for threats, heat signatures but detected only a single drone signature on the other side. Familiar, yet distant, with a cautious whir of my hands, I opened the door.>Standing there was a fellow worker drone designated SC-5511. He was the first Soil Cultivator I'd encountered upon my activation, back when I was fresh off the assembly line. >But we hadn't crossed paths much since.

>"SC-8993, right?" he said.
>"Apologies for the intrusion during off-hours. The paths out here are a mess and those hounds sniffing around every corner. Didn't mean to drag the dirt to your doorstep."I tilted my head, optics narrowing slightly with suspicion. Drones don't just visit nests unannounced; social privileges were for humans only, not us. Still, he didn't seem hostile. >"It's... fine," I replied, stepping aside to let him in. >"What brings you here, SC-5511?"I resealed the door behind him as he entered, glancing briefly at the hidden cup. the creature inside still skittering faintly, but muffled now. No need to mention that yet. >Let it stay my little secret for the moment."Figured it was time for a proper introduction," he said, settling onto a makeshift perch of stacked crates I'd scavenged. "Or reintroduction, I suppose. >You've been operational a while now, but I've outlasted most in this line.

>The longest surviving Soil Cultivator on record, at least if my logs are accurate. >You know dust and dirt entered devices and get all loko.But we could... talk. >Share some of our lifecycles stories or something."As he scanned the nest, his optics landed on my book I'd left open. its page still open with an entry on those massive reptilian called dinosaurs.

>"Ah, you've got one of those Earth lore book thing." he noted, a hint of what might pass for enthusiasm in his tone. "We got some remnants from there. Strawberries weren't always our job; back on the origin world, they grew wild, untamed. Humans bred them for sweetness, cross-pollinated strains across continents but now across galaxies. Fascinating, isn't it? The way life adapts, survives against the odds. >What draws you to it? the book, I mean?"I hesitated, then powered closer.

>"I just like reading. Books are like windows to other worlds from our harsh realities. I just can't..." I stopped and changed the subject quickly, >"What about you? You've survived longer; seen more. Anything like to share.
>"He leaned forward with excitement. "I got plenty of knowledge. Plants, wars, Parasites, symbionts, predators and more..."

>He thinks for a while: "Do you know about Blood tooth Fungus?" He said as he pointed at some fungus."That's the weirdest strawberry I've seen."" >Cuz it isn't a fruit. It's a mushroom."
>"Really... Tell me more." I glares at him with childish excitement and curiosity. >I was invested to learn more about this strange nature beauty.

>"When it's growing it's oozing with this beautiful blood driplet that might be mistaken for a strawberry syrup. Despite it's tasty appearance it is quite bitter and inedible but not poisonous..."
>"So like soap?"
>"I guess?"
>We shared laughter, knowledge and grown to enjoy his Company.

>"So are you preparing for the upcoming trials?"
>"Huh."
>"Every harvest month. The humans make us go against obstacles. Gotta keep things entertaining. I gotta go prepare myself. See around pinky."
>As he left i started panicking and breathing heavily. How could I a simple farm girl from oblivion survive the first trial, I didn't know about them in the first. To make matter worse. >There was a loud shattering noise.The creature has escaped.

>"NO NO NO MY DISCOVERY. WHAT DO I DO."
>She's now sitting alone feeling defeated. Her final thought before sleep mode.
>"What’s the point? If I somehow don't miraculously die in the trials. Either the hounds or my batteries would...
>Maybe i could ask someone to train me tomorrow. "
>Something has crawled into her hair.

>>311365
>My processors refuse to shut down into full sleep mode. So this is what it feels to be an insomniac. My worries were eating me from the inside out.
>The trials echoed in my circuits pulling me back every time I tried to power off.

>SC-5511 had dropped it so casually, like it was just another day in this hell. >I guess he’d gotten used to this place, he has been here longer, after all.
>I heard whispers in the fields, drones vanishing after those "entertainments" for the humans. I didn't put much thought into it because why would I?

>We are expendable. We dropped dead everyday.
>"SC-8993" apparently I'm the third reincarnated drone in the 8990 family.>But What if I didn't make it this time? What if my batteries finally gave out mid-obstacle, or worse, the hounds decided I'm their next meal?

>And then there was the creature. My little secret, escaped into the shadows of my home. I'd searched every corner after it escaped, my optics scanning for any sign of it’s twitching appendages, but nothing.>My one discovery, my tiny piece of something from beyond this endless grind is lost. It stung more than it should have.

>Why did it matter so much to me? It was just a bug, but in my database, it felt like having a pet a friend. Even though friends aren’t supposed to capture each other.

>A faint itch at the base of my hair. I reached up absentmindedly, scratching at it with a finger. Probably nothing maybe just some dirt from the fields.
>Yeah, nothing to worry about. I forced my focus elsewhere, powering up my optics to stare at the ceiling to clear my mind.

>Look like sleep mode wasn't an option anymore, so I might as well prepare. Knowledge was my only weapon, right?
>I reached for the AGRO-C history book on my shelf. I scrolled through the entries, searching for anything on those trials.

>But as I turned the page, something else caught my optics. Not the trials, but a header in bold, strange font: "The Founders."
>I paused, optics widening. I had never heard of it. The text started simple origins of AGRO-C, the first humans colonizing for planetary cultivation but the names, dates, fragments of logs didn't match what I know as the standard history. Who were they? Why did this page feel... forbidden?

>I leaned closer, tracing the words with a finger with a mix of curiosity and dread.
>The itch in my hair intensified, turning into a sharp, crawling sensation.

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>>311330
Damn, Tessa basically became a crazy cat lady for Drones. Also is Cousin Saxton a reference to Saxton Hale?

>>311335
I wished I died back in the 2010s, I miss when the world was sane

>>311367
Oozing Uzi uzily inu hur Uzi

>>311352
Tigtone Trailer | Adult Swim

I want Drones!

>>311345
The face instantly brought me back to computer rape and now I can't take it seriously.

>>311324
>Chuuni timeline happens after fridge unc Anon is tricked into counting up 7 mustard bottles in front of the Elliots

>>311378
Kwk

>>311375
PAIN!!!!

>>311381
please do not scream

I need to write about Pidge going to therapy and getting a healthy yuri relationship

We need to face the reality

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>>311379
Doesn't sleep help with some memory thing?

>>311386
Yeh

>>311330
boy, well-meaning as she is, Tessa just got nuttier and nuttier huh?
good stuff, anon