Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie."
The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team.
"It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server."
"It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards