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Then the kind and clever SecUnit held the drone in its hands and wept, for this was surely an omen of its friend’s death. But the drone’s smashed shell began to speak.
“All is not lost, good friend,” the drone said, circuitwork glittering and exposed through its carapace. “Take my remains, and drop one piece in each recycler you see. Each piece returned shall grant a boon.”
“What about ART? Or my other humans? What happened here?” the SecUnit asked, but it received no response. The drone was dead.
Rising, the steadfast SecUnit went to do as it was asked.
