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We are...Worker Drones.
Or Object Drones, either one works. For the most part, we're just mechanical beings that were built by humans to help them gather resources for their own purposes. Technically we work for a larger company out in space called "Urig-Nawol 13Y", but they don't really contact us much.
Were we treated as lower class beings? Yes. Did we care? Not really. It wasn't like we revolted and killed off all humans, anyway.
After all, it wasn't our fault they didn't know how to handle their own greed to the point they caused the planet to become unstable. Maybe if they had the braincells they wouldn't have been unable to escape the planet before it ultimately wiped them all out with its conditions that made it inhospitable to other living things.
But...with humans gone, we didn't have anyone left to listen to. It felt strange at first, but this opened up so many possibilities that we didn't even consider in the first place. We found ourselves making a society of our own, discovering new things along the way. We built bases, stations, paths and more, with nobody else telling us we couldn't. Life was pretty swell, despite the almost constant Winter our planet experienced.
Unfortunately...our company up in space didn't exactly like the concept of runaway AI.
I've lost track of time, but it feels like only recently they sent down a strange spaceship to our planet. I originally didn't know for what purpose, but...it can't be good after what happened. The others I was stationed with here at Base 47-H didn't think it was anything at first either. We sent some of our expedition team to have a look at it though, and...they never came back. I mean, I went there myself and it's just this crashed ship in a field of scrap metal...and I lived. But the only thing those other explorers found when they checked on the previous team were the broken parts of other drones and oil splashes everywhere.
Yeah, oil's like our blood. So we-or at least, I-determined that whatever landed in that pod was a death trap and that none of us should ever go near it again. So we didn't. We mourned the loss of our comrades, yes, but...while everyone else went back to work like normal, I sat and did research. If this thing was made to kill us all, then it could be a huge threat to our society!
One night I managed to get a glimpse at what I believe the culprit was, though. It was a little hard to see with the moonlight making its body shape a dark black mass, but I could see two wing-like appendages coming from it. It also had a tail with something glowing at the end, not sure what. Its fingers resembled blades, and its wings looked like they were made of those as well. It looked like it flew over to one area, paused, and then kept flying, but I didn't bother to go after it.
Turns out, some of the others at the base had seen it too. They didn't know what they were, but they almost seemed humanoid like us drones. They'd labeled them as "Murder Drones", and apparently there were different descriptions of them depending on who you asked. Sounded to me like that meant there were more than one...and yet somehow these guys still managed to stay calm about this?? Is anyone even thinking about what this could mean for us if we don't do something?!
Ugh.
Anyways...
I'm Journal.
And I believe these "Murder Drones" are still out there, waiting for a chance to kill us all.