Suddenly, a spotlight cut through the mist. It wasn't the usual harsh white; it was a flickering, sickly violet.
A Seeker drone drifted over the treeline, but it looked wrong. Scavenged wires trailed from its chassis like entrails, and its sensor eye pulsed with a frantic, irregular beat. It wasn't looking for intruders; it seemed to be screaming in digital code. Generation_Zero_Dangerous_Experiments-FLT.part2...
"The signal is coming from inside the bunker," Elias said, adjusting the strap of his hunting rifle. "If we don't shut down the mainframe, they’ll keep iterating. They’re learning how we fight." Suddenly, a spotlight cut through the mist
The smell of ozone always hit before the sound. It was a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the scent of wet pine needles and woodsmoke. it was a flickering