"Cleaning," Jamie reiterated, his tone flat, his gaze resting heavily on the drone. D25X-992-5, or Arkady as it was known outside the drone farm, was by no means irreplaceable. There were plenty more where it came from.
This one, however, was interesting. For a product of the farm, it was doing remarkably well. Most wilted and withered shortly after their harvesting but this drone had not only survived, it had also mastered all the tasks National Security and Cyber Warfare had thrown at it.
And now it was trying to lie. It was making progress, evolving. The god wasn't sure what to think of it. For now, he settled for mild fascination.