Murder Drones J Art Novels & Stories

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?”

Valerius growled, preparing to release his protective mist. But it's not magic. It was the thermal sensor of the Vanguard Inner City Security Division's "Black-Widow" micro combat drone squadron. The drone's red eyes are not a curse, but rather a mini-sized nuclear-powered target locking laser. Before the ancient Alpha could even summon his arcane shield, a merciless barrage of hyper-velocity rounds shattered the concrete beneath his feet. As the mechanical swarm descended for the kill, Valerius realized with chilling dread that in this new metallic era, technology was the ultimate apex predator.

"They’re just doing it with a 'Peacekeeping' logo." ​The Breach of the Gutter ​The conversation was cut short by a high-pitched, metallic whine. ​"Drones!" Maya screamed. ​The ceiling of the Gutter exploded. Three UN "Seeker" drones, spherical, chrome-plated machines armed with neural-paralyzers, dropped into the shanty-town. They didn't target the Vanes first; they targeted the Un-Linked. ​"No!" Leo roared. ​He didn't reach for a weapon. He reached for the runes on his skin. He felt the "Wild Resonance" he had discovered in the Sub-Core; the primal, unrefined power of the wolf.

"The failsafes will trigger a 'Core-Vent' to prevent a meltdown. That’s our window. When the vents open, the logic core is exposed." The approach was a desperate game of timing. The Dredger was surrounded by a cloud of "Silt-Drones" small, nimble units designed to clear debris from the drill’s path. They didn't have weapons, but they were heavy and fast, acting like kamikaze projectiles against anyone who drew near. "I’ll draw the Silt-Drones toward the pier!" Jax shouted, already breaking cover. "You get up there and find a way to choke that radiator!" Jax began firing into the air, his bolts lighting up the grey mist of the shoreline. The drones swarmed toward him, a buzzing cloud of metal

All I wanted was to go home, close the door behind me, and prepare myself for what was coming. At home, I took my time. I stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, choosing a simple outfit with more care than the occasion probably required. A black tracksuit, a nude crop top underneath, nude heels, and a small white pouch. I pulled my curls into a low bun, smoothing the edges slowly. While I got ready, I kept rehearsing the words in my head. I needed to be clear. I needed to be firm. I didn't want to leave any room for misunderstanding or false hope.

Because, unless things changed, or secrets leaked, there are only two people in the world knew exactly what my drones were capable of beyond flying around taking footage and mapping spaces. Thanks to Titan's ingenuity and my access to discreet fabrication, each of my "survellance" drones were outfitted with cutting-edge, lightweight electromagnetic pulse guns. If two or more focused on that van, it could be slowed to a stop. Two people--Not Gerald, nor Allison. Just myself and the man who designed them. "ASP," I spoke to the AI assistant "Tell the nearest drones to focus on the white van heading south from my current location. Protocol Omega 3"

"The hunger you feel now is real. But the 'Peace' they offer is a lie that eats your mind. If you give them the bird, you aren't just giving them a toy. You're giving them the map to your children’s thoughts." The tension was broken by a sudden, high-pitched whine. A small, white drone detached from the frigate, flying slowly toward the dock. It didn't carry a weapon; it carried a projector. The drone stopped ten feet from Julian, casting a high-definition hologram of the "One Who Remains." He sat in a plush leather chair, a glass of water in his hand, looking like a weary executive rather than a digital dictator.

If we feed the code there, we can overwrite the cleansing protocol!” “The problem is only,” Nova called from above, “that they have noticed us!” dozens of small, Black dots. There were no wooden gliders. It was autonomous catching Old World drones – slim, angular and familiar, cold purple light her lenses. Kael put his hands on my shoulders. “Get us in, Jada. Do the rest we.” I looked at the approaching thunder of drones, spanned the muscles and ripped the cross. We were the heirs of Ouroboros, and this heaven was ours.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

I shake my head no with so little movement that I don’t think that any one else could see the gesture. “I Morbius Murdock reject you Julia Henning as my soul bonded mate and life partner” As the first word spills from my lips, I throw my dragon into the cage that I kept him in for years. I blink in horror as I watch as he is torn apart by invisible forces inside my head. I clench my teeth as my legs threaten to buckle from the pain in my chest. As expected my brother releases as furious roar as my mate screams.