“This is crazy,” Maria whispered, her voice almost drowned out by the rumble of the engines. “All this... they're really making monsters here.”
“Not monsters,” Miguel said in a sharp tone, though his eyes continued to scan every corner of the room. “These are killing machines. Machines programmed to know no mercy.”
Moon signaled them to stay calm. “We don't have time for discussions. We need to move before anyone realizes we're here.”
They stepped carefully, slipping between shadows and large machines. The smell of hot metal and oil filled the air, making every breath heavy.
“Strange,” Luca muttered. “There's no one here. A factory this big, but no humans watching over it?”
“Because everything is automated,” Miguel replied, pointing towards the production line, where robotic wolves we
