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80 and I walk through the
hole in the wall of the medical ward and out to the open area of
the compound. I hadn’t spent too much time out here before, but
looking around now it looks unrecognizable. What was once grass is
now a mix of dirt and rubble. Drones have overrun the compound.
Hundreds of them are patrolling while others work on cleaning and
fixing the walls.
“This is crazy,” 80 says
as he leads me next to a pile of rubble with blood stains on parts
of it.
“Yes it is.” I look around
and see that the wall that used to be in front of the Drones’
quarters is gone. “I’m guessing this is why they brought you
back.”
“Yeah. We were pretty much
done building the bunkers and they said that they needed
reinforcements here. They left a few of them back to finish up the
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