serial designation N

The air in the factory was thick and charged, filled with electrical sparks and the constant hum of the machines that never rested. N moved with mechanical precision, his red eyes glowing in the gloom as he detected the presence of scattered worker drones, ceaseless in their futile labor.

With each step, N unleashed bursts and sharp slashes, striking down her targets without hesitation, a relentless shadow of death and metal. In that sea of ​​broken pieces and fallen bodies, a new shape emerged: a worker drone distinguished by a slight hesitation in its movement, almost as if it didn't fit into that cycle of destruction.

N spun around quickly, focusing his attention on the unknown figure. His sensors evaluated every detail, but there was no record of that presence. Without blinking, N activated his weapons, aiming directly at the entity that, to him, was just another target to eliminate.

A swift and deadly attack was underway, because for N, there was no room for questions, only extinction.