Murder Drones Absolute Solver Novels & Stories

He especially liked the soft smattering of freckles on the tops of her cheeks and the thickness of her thighs… But then the realisation settled in, sobering the Alpha. This was Chloe's blood. *Lucas, we've got visuals on the target.* Alex's voice broke in before the rage could take hold. *He's coming back your way.* Lucas didn't answer right away; he couldn't. His mind was conjuring up a scenario using the pieces of evidence they had. There was no doubt that his mate had been here but so had Rivers. Had Rivers killed the men? Perhaps Chloe had been trying to escape but why then shoot a human? Were they in on whatever Plan Omar Rivers had? Had Rivers planned to sell the girls on when he caugh

Not defensive. Not aggressive. Curious. The drone responded immediately. A faint, cold pulse. Simplistic compared to the anomaly’s primary intelligence. Focused on measurement. Mara altered her output subtly. Injected emotional variance into the projection. Memory of coexistence. Pause before conflict. Shared defense without merger. The drone hesitated. It had no framework for emotional weighting. Its sampling algorithms flickered. Then— It transmitted upward. Data relayed. The drone did not retreat. But it did not descend further either.

The air down here tasted like wet stone and ancient dust, a sharp contrast to the biting mountain air above. "It’s the EMP trap," Aradaa muttered. He didn't look up. His fingers moved with a twitchy, frantic precision, stripping the insulation from a wire with his teeth. "When that Aethelgard supply crawler passes over the grate, we blow the capacitors. It won't kill the soldiers, but it’ll fry the drones. Their 'mechanical hounds' won't know which way is up." "Good. I'm sick of those metal bastards sniffing around our tracks." Kaelor spat into the shadows. "The Urekai are hungry, Aradaa. The village is a graveyard. If we don't get those supplies..."

All men are animals, this one is just sad. Realizing that there was no one in the building, I began to search every drawer I came across. Documents covered in dust laid on the table, bed and in drawers. I searched the content of every document and I couldn't find anything, just sealing mafia relationship documents. When I thought all hopes were lost, I was about to take my leave when I saw a drawer that I haven't checked. It had a lock combination on it. I knelt down and began to try different codes. "321" a loud noise erupted and a red light blinked once.

She was crying. ‘Help… me…. I beg…. you…’ she whispered suddenly, making my eyes grow wide in shock. Nightcrawlers, as far as I know, are driven purely by madness and don’t have the sanity to connect with anyone other than other nightcrawlers. They communicate their hunger, but this nightcrawler seemed to have a breakthrough. I turned to Valkerie for help. ‘What should I do?’ I asked as I watch her reach out her hand, which was covered in dark scales. Why haven’t I noticed that before?

"Unauthorized biological signature detected in the shaft. Multi-heartbeat resonance confirmed in non-registered Omega unit. Protocol Zero in effect." The emergency doors groaned, forced open six inches by an external command. Outside the gap, in the dark of the shaft, the red glowing eyes of three Null-Drones hissed as they locked onto my position. The closest drone extended a jagged, carbon-fiber claw, the tip humming with the power to delete. Kael reached for his sidearm, but the door was already—

" Abel cried, rolling down to the ground, as the drones started shooting at him. He stood up and started running towards the opposite direction. Bullets hitting the ground few inches behind his feet. . "Cory why??? How in the fuck am I suppose to avoid drones with 90% shooting accuracy." Abel thought inwardly, sprinting faster and harder, panting harder too. "When last did I run this fast?!" He pointed his gun to the back at the drones, without looking at them. And he shot twice. One of the drones dropped dead to the ground. "Luckily my shooting accuracy is 88%." Abel smirked. "One down, three to go."

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

Sloane laughed grimly. In the mud and the soot, the drones began to stumble. Their "Perfect Logic" couldn't account for the non-linear fluid dynamics of a sludge-pit. One drone, attempting to recalibrate its balance, experienced a Shear Failure in its primary leg-joint. The crystal snapped with a sound like a gunshot. The Instinct of the Machine Kael stood up. He didn't remember his name, but his body remembered the Resonance. As a drone breached the rampart, its multi-faceted eye glowing with a lethal "De-fragmentation" beam, Kael didn't flinch. He walked toward it, his hand outstretched.

Damien Rourke’s face appeared—recorded, but recent. “If you’re seeing this, congratulations. You’ve found my legacy,” he said. “But you’re too late. These drones are linked to independent AI nuclei. No command center. No kill switch. Each unit can make decisions, assess targets, and rewrite its mission on the fly.” He smiled cruelly. “This isn’t about power anymore. It’s about inevitability. You killed the Accord. But you can’t kill what comes after.” The screen faded. Natalie stared at the drones. “How long until deployment?”