Murder Drones J Art Novels & Stories

Seeing the shape that was bigger than the first drone type, he was a little reluctant to use it. 'In ten minutes,' Edward took out some of the drones he was carrying, complete with hologram tablets that were used as controls. 'They are equipped with artificial intelligence. I have included the map for this mansion as well.' 'But it looks like their job will be difficult,' Raymond took the hologram tablet from Edward's hand, activating the drones, which frustrated him with instantaneous frustration. 'I wanted to ask you since earlier. Why are you putting emojis like this on the drone screen?'

Dorian's drone slipped through the ventilation shaft. Chassis the size of a thumbnail. Six infrared eyes blinking red in the dark. Rotor whine suppressed to a whisper thinner than mosquito wings. It skated an arc along the ceiling. Hovered in a corner. The camera lens constricted, focused, locked on. The feed transmitted back. Selene held a syringe. Murky green venom still rolling in the barrel. The gash across Cain's chest tore from shoulder to sternum. Peeled-back flesh. Ghastly white bone beneath.

The drones had been stored in a climate-controlled compartment in the bunker's armory, their sleek carbon-fiber bodies gleaming under the dim lights. Clara had purchased them months ago, anticipating the need for aerial surveillance in a world where satellites would eventually fail and ground-based cameras would be limited by terrain and weather. She had chosen military-grade models, equipped with thermal imaging, high-definition cameras, and long-range communication systems. They were her eyes in the sky, and she intended to use them.

Rai yelled disgusted. Rai would one hundred percent, be happy if he knew how long I actually have left. But I'm not going to let him know that at all. Let him be fooled, I don't give a damn. "Right?" I started with a crazy grin on. "If what everybody says is true, then I am a horrible person indeed. Damn, how can a murderer like me stay alive for so damn long? I, who murdered my family and my best friend. The Gods are so unfair," I mocked acidly and stared at him. "Brother, you may be the Heir Apparent and next Duke of our house, but you are still in the same position as me. Don't act too highly," I turned to Aeneas. "The same goes for you! Now, if you don't want me to stop using the blindfo

in the fucking open, and the cops would soon come. The last Drone turned around around and shot at him sporadically. Abel kept rolling on the ground real fast, and fast, before doing a Double backflip. In the motion of his backflip, he pulled the trigger of both guns, twice and his accuracy was pinpoint. Bull's eye, as he watched the last drone fell to the ground, bullet ridden. "That's a close shave." He looked at the ground and saw some blood on the ground. "Do drones have blood?"

another commanded him. They immediately ran towards the source of the sound. I was very relieved because I felt the guy named Bryn was looking at me suspiciously. “Bryn Parker,” I mumbled as I read the name on the card. The business card indicated that he was part of the Flower Skull. Luckily, when I first brought Frey to my house, it was almost midnight. No one looked at Frey at all. Then since then, Frey also never left the room. It's been five days since that day. It felt like we were so safe that it made me feel uneasy. Even so, things won't change.

She extended resonance carefully—layered memory rather than defense. Survival without domination. Coexistence forged from conflict. Restraint chosen deliberately over eradication. She embedded emotional gravity into harmonic structure. Not language. Meaning. Purpose: continuation through complexity without annihilation. The drone absorbed the projection. Its internal frequency spiked sharply. Processing thresholds approached overload. Ardyn’s breath caught. “It can’t parse emotional weighting.” The drone transmitted again. Efficiency threshold exceeded? It was asking whether coexistence reduced survival efficiency. Serik glanced at Mara. “Answer that carefully.”

“We make them trust us again.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He met my eyes. “We play nice…we let them believe we’ve moved on…that we’ve forgiven them and when they least expect it, we pull the ground out from under them.” I stared at him, torn between fear and fascination. “You’re serious,” I whispered. He smiled faintly. “Deadly.” Ethan wasn't friendly and maybe that was just what I needed…someone not friendly but deeply ambitious. Ethan lifted his coffee cup and held my gaze.

I say looking down at the drones I took apart so that I can add the timers for the explosive putty. I didn't know what I wanted to do with them until Jayk told me what Turi did. I've been working on this since then. If they didn't stop to think of us as people, I won't either. It's not fair that she gets to run around doing whatever she wants while the others rot in their graves. It might not make me feel better, but I've made up my mind. "You've been quiet," Miles offers me his hand. "I needed to think," I take his hand and let him pull me away from the drones. "I need everything to be smaller,"

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.