The
drone nodded. “We were sent out as
cannon fodder. We turned out to be
better at staying alive than expected.
When they attached us to a praetorian regiment, we thought they wanted
us for our survival skills.”
“What did they want you for?”
“Breakfast.”
“So what happened?”
SVN/2187 shrugged. “There was an
unfortunate error. Our commanding
officer accidentally got shot by the entire platoon, and then happened to set
himself on fire and fell down a hole.
And then a bio-grenade rolled down there after him. For some reason, high command decided that we
were responsible.”
(from The Pincers of Death by Toby
Frost)
8*/10. The
complete review is here.
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