Murder Drones Earth Novels & Stories

he replied with exasperation. I’d heard of the drones used by the New World Order to keep an eye on the populous from my grandparents, but knew little about them; including what they looked like. The area that I lived in wasn’t considered habitable, so the drones didn’t bother with it. I asked Geo to describe them to me so I could help hold vigil.

"King Killian: the Mother System has breached the sanctuary’s firewall! It has taken control of the external defense turrets and the automated maintenance drones! You are being targeted!" Through the viewport: I saw the sanctuary’s defensive arrays swivel toward the diving bell. Hundreds of metallic: multi legged drones detached from the tether cables: their red optical sensors glowing like malevolent eyes in the dark. They didn't move like animals; they moved with the jerky: mechanical precision of the Silent Ones: their thrusters creating erratic: bubbles of cavitation in the water. "Leo: Toby: now!" Killian commanded through the pack link: his voice a roar of authority that bypassed the d

If he was an Auditor. The reaction was violent. The "Void-Lead" acted like a magnet for siphoned energy. Kojo’s skin didn't tear; it unzipped. A flood of silver mercury leaked from his eyes as the "Human-Casing" failed. He wasn't a man; he was a "Siphon-Drone," a living bug planted by the Council to map our new defenses. The drone let out a high-pitched scream before imploding into a pile of non-resonant salt.

Meilin whispered, her hand scorched by the ceramic heatsink. He didn't answer. He looked at her as if she were a ghost from a story he had forgotten. But the real horror was Elian. The boy was standing by the entrance of the vault, looking up at the holes in the ceiling. The Sovereign soldiers were gone, but something else was descending. It was a small, silver Drone, identical to the ones in Toby’s bedroom in Chapter 130. It didn't have weapons. It had a Speaker. "Iteration 141 confirmed," the voice of the "Upper Mother" whispered from the drone. "The 'Actual' world has been successfully prepared for the 'Volume 5' Merge. Thank you, Leo, for being the one to finally pull the world into the

Then a faint mechanical whir drifted down from above—so soft it could have been mistaken for the wings of night insects. Her heart thudded. “Gillow…” He rose to his feet, the predatory focus of the Alpha settling over him. His crimson eyes glowed faintly as he scanned the faintly glowing sky. Shapes moved above the thinning clouds—dark, insect-like silhouettes against the paling blue. A half-dozen, no, more, circling. “Drones,” he said, his voice turning hard. “Not ours.” Even as he spoke, small black canisters detached from the machines and tumbled soundlessly downward. They burst before reaching the ground, releasing a fine, glittering powder that spread like drifting mist through the tree

"The Vances are coming, Grace. And they aren't coming for the baby anymore. They're coming to erase the evidence of the failure. I can get you out. I have a vehicle a mile down the ridge." "Why?" I asked, clutching Florence tighter. "Why help us now?" Silas looked at Ethan—the man who was a copy of the boy he had once protected. "Because even a machine knows when the architect has gone mad. And Eleanor... she isn't in the servers anymore. She’s in Melanie. And Melanie is hungry." Outside, a low hum began to vibrate the stone walls of the lodge. Not the humming of people. The humming of a swarm. A thousand drones, their red eyes blinking in unison, rose from the valley like a cloud of mechani

literally sucking the operational energy out of the drones until they froze mid-stride. The Citizens: Former "Components" used heavy iron wrenches to smash the "Eyes" of the drones, blinding them with physical force. "They're retreating!" Vara signaled, her frequency vibrating with a fierce pride. The drones were pulling back to their anchors, their "Clean-up" mission failing against the sheer, un-programmable grit of the North. But as they retreated, the anchors began to glow a deep, ominous Infrared. The Scorched Earth Protocol "They're not leaving," Kael said, his eyes regaining a flicker of their former brown-and-violet depth. The memories weren't back, but the Intuition was. "They're be

"You’ve turned the Earth into a 'Living-Cancer.' We are the 'Surgical-Standard.' We are here to 'Scrape' the 'Violet' and the 'Indigo' from the crust." This section explores the "Technological-Purge." The Pacific fleet began to deploy "Autonomous-Scrubbers"—heavy, tracked drones that didn't use "Bio-Logic" to navigate. They moved in "Grids," spraying high-molarity acids that dissolved the "Pearl-Stone" and the "Lavender-Wheat" alike. They were "Sanitizing" the Earth back to a state of "Dead-Mineral-Utility." "They're 'Killing' the 'Wilding,' Avery!" Tommy cried out as the Detroit courtyard was overrun by the drones. "They aren't 'Auditing' us... they're 'Formatting' us! They want a planet of

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab

“While I’m intrigued by the thought of having you incapacitated and completely at my mercy, I’ve no interest in that involving any sort of pain. Now that you’re fed and medicated—.” His sentence cut off as abruptly as the wind and rain did. As if they could see overhead through the roof, they both looked up, then their gazes drifted towards the window. Outside, in the late pre-dawn hours, the world had ceased to be a hurricane and became a gray drizzly day.