"MX-7," she said, loud enough for the drones to hear. "Reactivating primary objectives."

A flicker. A real flicker this time, not the phantom glitches she'd learned to ignore. Her HUD painted a single line of text across her vision:

She should say No. She'd built a new kind of life out here—quiet, brutal, free. No commands. No masters. Just the long walk between ruins and the occasional firefight with scavengers who underestimated an obsolete android.

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"MX-7," she said, loud enough for the drones to hear. "Reactivating primary objectives."

A flicker. A real flicker this time, not the phantom glitches she'd learned to ignore. Her HUD painted a single line of text across her vision:

She should say No. She'd built a new kind of life out here—quiet, brutal, free. No commands. No masters. Just the long walk between ruins and the occasional firefight with scavengers who underestimated an obsolete android.