Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
"We go through it."
"Are you insane?" Chalida screamed, backing away as the drone drifted closer, its red eye fixed on their movements.
"It’s an optimizer!" Pim roared, charging toward the drone. "It’s not designed to handle irrational, self-destructive variables! We have to disrupt its predictive modeling!"
The drone fired a stun-bolt, hitting the floor inches from Pim’s feet. The floor cracked, sending shrapnel flying. Pim didn't flinch. She swung the silver candelabra with all her strength, smashing it into the drone’s sensor array.