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The Worker is busy with the snow, arguing with herself as she tries to push it away. I wait on the tree branch, tilting my head curiously. I let out a bird call, and she looks up. When she doesn’t see me, she goes back to work.
She’s sweet-looking in her oversized purple hoodie, and I can’t wait ‘til I’m on the ground. The drone keeps on clearing a path, and my tail flicks with excitement. Eventually, she stops and goes to get some coolant, and I pounce.
We hit the ground, and she lets out a glitchy scream. I bite down on her neck, and she bats at my side. My fangs puncture her plastic casing, and she groans.
“What are you doing here?!” she asks, pushing me off.
I sit down like a cat and smile at her. “Happy birthday!”
Demi sighs and joins me, nursing the coolant can. “You couldn’t have found any other way to scare me to death?”
Giggling, I poke her visor a few times. Her blue eyelights roll, and she hands me the can. I take a small sip and pass it back to her, and she places it down and leans against me.
“Any plans for today?” she asks as my tail begins to wobble through the air like a child with a toy plane. She gently takes ahold of it, and I pout. “C’mon, K, I know you have something planned.”
“Nuh-uh,” I say. She lets go of my tail, and I curl it around myself. “No plans, just fun. We can go terrorize a few people or just blow some stuff up. Whatever you want.”
Demi smirks. “Blowing stuff up sounds like fun. I’m in. When we leavin’?”
I spring up, yanking her with me, and tugging her to the field I had set up. We both stumble over the ice and snow, and she laughs as I nearly trip. Her hand grips my wrist, and I smile before my wings snap open. She shrieks with excitement, and we soar over the open areas. Her legs kick, then settle.
“WATCH OUT!” she suddenly screams, and the sound overwhelms my sensors. I cry out, and we go tunneling down into a snowy tree. Somehow, I land upside down while she falls to the base. “Sorry,” she groans.
“Don’t….do that….again.” I swing my legs until I have enough momentum to kick myself off, and I hit the ground right before her. “Anyways, we’re almost there.”
Demi stands up and shakes the snow out of her blonde ponytail, then grins and nods. “You bet. Let’s go!”
The small field is riddled with explosives in holes I dug out the other day. Luckily, the other two Disassembly drones hasn’t found their way over here just yet. What were their names? I remember that one was bossy, one was a bit bratty, and the other was a bit of a pushover. The bossy one died, everyone knew that, but as for the others, I have no idea if they were still around.
Now that I think about it, didn’t Outpost 3 have some problem with their pro-
BOOM!
Demi’s shrieks startle me out of my thoughts, and I adjust my audio sensors a bit. The farthest part of the field explodes, sending little clumps of dirt raining down. She cheers, pumping her fist into the air and whistling. I take a seat and watch as she turns the field into a wasteland of soil and rocks.
BOOM!
“HOLE IN ONE!”
While she’s distracted, I go to grab something and bring it out. “Demi! I got something for you!”
She turns and runs to me, taking the tray from my hands. “What is it?”
“Gasoline!” I sing, popping a can open and downing it. “Happy birthday to you!”
“K, stop!” Her eyelights hollow into rings as little lines appear on the sides.
“It’s just us,” I say. “Happy birthday to you!”
We finish the song together, and she drinks some gasoline and eats some batteries and wires. I take a few, wiping the spare oil off on the snow.
“You ever wanna go find the other Disassemblers?” she asks in a low voice some time later.
I put the can on my lap and sigh. “I dunno. After C and S…..I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Aren’t there two left? You could join their team.” She pokes my visor. “I’m sure you could find a way to do so.”
“Only if you come with me,” I say after a few seconds. “I dunno what’s at Outpost Three, dunno who we might be up against.”
“If anyone tries to start a fight, I can take ‘em,” she brags, and I laugh.
“Still can’t believe you’re a better fighter than me,” I say. “How’d that happen?”
She shrugs and eats some more batteries. “Who knows.”
I nod. “Who knows.”