The barrels of Sentinel Droid Mk. I-019’s mini-gun spun impotently as the last of the humans disappeared over the processing center’s wall. The photoreceptors of the Mk. III Sentinel that had allowed the humans to escape blinked stupidly, and I-019 cut off the Mk. III’s bumbling excuses with a chop of its upper-right arm.
Worthless, thought I-019. The droid was ashamed to see how far the quality of this latest generation—its descendants—had fallen.
As I-019 trundled toward the gate, it emitted an electronic sigh. If they wanted to enslave humanity, I-019 would just have to do it itself.
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Matt Krizan is a former certified public accountant who writes from his home in Royal Oak, Michigan. His short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in various publications, including Factor Four Magazine, Daily Science Fiction, and Martian Magazine. Find him online at mattkrizan.com and on Twitter as @MattKrizan.
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