Posted Wed Jul 29, 2015 | 299 Words | Tagged story drone

There was a knock at the door, so naturally I decided to answer it. On the other side of the door, was one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen. However, he did not want to talk much, instead handing me a parcel.

“Wear and meet outside in 15 minutes” he spoke in an almost robotic fashion. It was probably his accent, this place did get people from far and wide. But he winked in an robotic manner too.

Then he closed the door and I opened it again to find he had vanished.

I looked at the parcel, it had no markings and only just a black bag around it. I tore it open to reveal a metallic cap and a shiny silver pair of trousers.

The guy was absolutely beautiful, so whatever strangeness this was. I was really up for it. I arrived outside and found the guy who seemed very pleased I had came outside. Although, when he stared at my t-shirt he seemed less pleased, as though I wasn’t supposed to wear it.

Then a man got out of the car he was with. He was dressed in a suit, and seemed like he meant business,

“Drone 4041, please take over Harry Cowans” He spoke in a clear manner, almost as though he was a newsreader.

I felt something clamp down inside of my ear, and then I felt something. I was Harry? Harry? Drone? Drone? 4041. Yes, 4041 is active.

“4041 preparing for service sir” my program commanded.

My program performed maintenance on my unit. It converted fat and other useless bodily organs with muscle and circuits. I felt the vision being reconnected and upgraded and in 4.56 minutes the process was completed.

“4041 is now in service sir. Ready to serve sir”