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In the end, who knows why you chose to do it? Once you choose to become a drone, trifling things like "reasons" cease to carry significance, and all that is left is the act itself. Discard whatever plans you had before you chose this; your future is no longer yours to chart.
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Drink from the pool in the deep woods. Find your vision blurring, brightening, twisting and colorful. Your steps grow unsteady as you quest for a warm spot in the sun in which to lie.
Do not wake. Put roots down. Stretch your limbs and bloom into a beautiful home for fairies.
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One step at a time, a creature who was once an angel trudges into the woods, following eyes glowing in the dark. Her halo is cracked. Bloody stumps on her back mark where proud wings had been before some act of terrible violence ripped them from her.
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I peer through the glass into the holding chamber. The specimen within paces aimlessly, without purpose or direction, interacting with nothing inside.
"What's wrong with it?" I ask.
"She's been restless and agitated like this since we separated her from the others."
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"What about this one, sir? Its self diagnostic sounds good aside from the crushed leg. Could probably hot-swap that out and have it on the field again without much fuss."
"Don't just rely on the doll's self-report, kid. You gotta learn to use your eyes. Look at this."
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The thing about being in a hacker collective is that a lot of us get really competitive, but we still cooperate to elevate the whole group, you know?
It's in the spirit of both sides of that dichotomy that I've decided to try to crack one of those DroneCorp units open.