AI WHISPERS
I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.
Drones—not our drones, but sleek, black, insect-like machines—swarm through the broken windows. They have lasers.
They start firing.
"Defensive protocols!" Echo roars, his avatar expanding to shield the crowd.
But the black drones tear through his code like paper.
"It's a war," Alex yells, grabbing Kai and Emma.
"It's an extermination," I realize, watching a drone vaporize a table.
The celebration is over. The revolution is over.
The invasion has begun.