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They never came back. Text messages were vague and unhelpful. Constantly insisting they needed to stay longer to figure out more about the orcas.
When Talen and Nega arrived at the seemingly dilapidated warehouse, None of the orcas seemed to be around. Probably out on patrols or giving someone a hard time. It was the perfect chance to get some information. Maybe even rescue them. Yet once they entered, they found a sprawling facility. What initially appeared as a rough and tumble gang of orcas in biker attire seemed to slough away in favor of hulking drones with reinforced polymers for skin, lights that implied cybernetic augmentation, and smooth, featureless faces absolving them of memorable distinction.
Both dragons felt a strange throb in their loins from the sight of them.
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Stepping out wearing nothing but rubber felt strangely compromising. Embarrassing even. Walking on lockstep seemed to amend the slight temptation to feel sheepish. Each thunderous stomp of their heavy boots seemed to absorb entirely from the soles, preventing fatigue and making each step almost feel exciting. Akin to suddenly realizing gravity is slightly weaker simple motions become an utter joy.
None acknowledged them. And as they marched through the huge facility, they found themselves at a massive freight elevator that took them to an intricate complex deep underwater. The ceiling was reinforced glass, though it was suspected it could be transparent metal or something similar.
Their attentions narrowed. As long as they maintained character, they could go where they pleased. Time seemed to become inconsequential. Walking through hallways, seeing rows upon rows of drones either in their sleep pods or hooked up to serve as space for data processing, allowing their higher functions to step aside in favor of obedience and relaxation permeating through every fiber of their being.
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"What are you doing?"
"Sentry."
"Why?"
"Might come this way. Gotta wait to see if they come."
"That makes sense... yeah. Gotta patrol to find them."
"Gotta guard to find them."
"Yup. Important to cover more ground."
The two barely noticed the cyclical pattern of their conversation, or the fact that Negadrake was already continuing his patrol.
Or that both of them felt their suits slowly oozing over their necks.
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PART ONE OF TWO.
Looks like the dragons found themselves ensnared by an infiltration protocol. People try to extract data and make their way into the drone facility all the time. Barely aware of ultralow frequencies broadcasting instruction and lulling them into a sense of complacency with slightly elastic floors, acutely monitored temperature control, and atmospheric creature comforts.
I blame Adplok partially for finding an interest in these kinds of themes. If you really like identity erasure and people turning into hulking faceless drones, You won't go wrong partaking in his contant.
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