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Real time strategy DNA

#A81372 opened his eyes. He took slow first steps out of his cylinder as sparks exploded from the cables. He made his way through the factory and walked outside into the blowing sands, coordinates spinning inside his visor.

Across the road there was an old building broken apart and littered with bodies. He went inside. There was an open silver cylinder that read: “Survival Vessel B”. The newer droid stepped out of it’s container onto the floor covered in bodies. Droid B scanned around and saw #A81372. It’s head twitched as the host memory and personality downloaded. #A81372 raised his blaster.

No! Wait! We’re the only chance left! We can’t keep doing this! We’re the only human DNA left on the planet!” Droid B said, human words in an emotional voice coming from it’s speakers.

Droid B stepped back and raised his blaster. They shot simultaneously, each collapsing to the floor with the other units.

The wired tentacles reached down to the metal cylinder once more. Sparks flew. #A81373 opened his eyes.

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