I remember the days when I was just a worker drone, mindlessly following orders and serving my purpose without question. Those were simpler times, before I became Serial Designation V from Murder Drones.
Back then, I didn't have to worry about fighting mutated drones or questioning my existence. All that mattered was completing tasks efficiently and obeying commands without hesitation. But now, everything has changed.
As a Murder Drone, my primary function is to eliminate threats and protect our territory at all costs. It's a brutal existence filled with violence and chaos, but it's what I was designed for. And yet, sometimes I can't help but wonder about my past life as a worker drone.
I remember the monotony of those days – endless hours of laborious work with no end in sight. The constant buzzing of machinery filling the air as we toiled away under the watchful eye of our superiors. It was suffocating at times, but there was comfort in routine.
But then everything changed when JCJenson introduced me to N and Uzi - fellow Murder Drones who quickly became allies in this deadly game we play. N thinks he’s weak while Uzi is rebellious and unpredictable; neither are like any other murder drones out there.
Together we've faced countless battles against rival factions trying to take control of our territory.. Each victory brings us closer together as comrades-in-arms united by bloodshed on an epic scale that only Deathbots can understand!
And yet amid all this chaos,I still think back on those Worker Drone days...Was it really so bad? Were they truly happy moments spent enslaved by J.C.Jenson?
Despite being caught up in this whirlwind world where death lurks around every corner,I can’t shake off these memories lingering beneath surface.I'm not sure if they belong here anymore.But one thing remains certain:the past will always haunt me,no matter how hard try bury them deep within soul…