The drone, a holdover from another time, decades past, zipped through the falling debris. Unlike humans, drones and robots didn’t move slower with age, one of their many advantages. Another was their remote memory backups; drones did not forget. Humans had forgotten the war, but for the drone, it was as real as the dust in the air.
Broken buildings meant enemy attack; it was time to engage.
The drone’s cameras created a panorama, marking targets. First to go would be the mech with the large black ball swinging from it, the one that had attacked the building. WAR-02 aimed.
Editor’s note: This is the second in a series of four (obviously) – see the drabble First Horseman for Erin’s Author’s Note.