by Smitty
“We left our Safe Space a week ago,” started Randy, striding with his walking stick.
“Yes. The legend said Progress Tower lay toward sunrise. It was true,” replied Jeff.
“HALT! YOUR. PRESENCE. ON. THIS. PUBLIC. LAND. IS. NOT. AUTHORIZED.” a ‘bird’ above their heads made swift, perfect circles and shrieked metalically.
“Is that a LawDrone?” asked Randy.
“I’ve never seen one that small or maneuverable.”
“DISPERSE. YOU. ARE. UNAUTHORIZED.” chided the drone, maneuvering to hover before them at eye level.
Randy swung his stick rapidly. Would have been a homer. The drone traced an arc; crashed; exploded.
The Uprising began.
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via Darleen