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Marquette, Michigan
April 9th 2035
Zhang was jarred out of his semi-trance. The synthetic brain was on the move. His craft took off from Middle Island. The probe was in control. Soon Zhang was looking down at a vintage American vehicle as it approached a giant ore dock. Zhang’s integrated night vision watched as the Probe set the craft down on one end of the massive structure. He stepped out of his craft. Let the brain come to him, he thought. No mistakes this time. In some sense, his human side knew this was his last mission.
Ahead, the outline of the cloaked Chinese drone shimmered then revealed itself through his eyes’ enhanced optics. The pilot had his back turned, facing the shore. Zhang sprung on him silently. With one strike, he nearly decapitated the man, and then laid his b
