The drone bristled at the name. That thing was an insult, a label he had been given when he had been activated and taken from the farm. Gone was his perfect world where there was only one answer to everything – yes or no. He was not meant to be an individual and out here in the real world he was forced to resemble one . National Security and Cyber Warfare had done their job a little too well as the drone resented having an identity.
He did not know fear. He knew obedience and the drone did not flinch when National Security drew close.
“Sir, yes, sir.” Pause. “More work, sir. If you would give it. I would have it."