"MX-7," she said, loud enough for the drones to hear. "Reactivating primary objectives."
A flicker. A real flicker this time, not the phantom glitches she'd learned to ignore. Her HUD painted a single line of text across her vision:
Let them come. The Reclamation. The scavengers. The ghosts. gera android mx
Gera closed her eyes. Opened them.
Her finger hovered over the mental toggle. "MX-7," she said, loud enough for the drones to hear
She should say No. She'd built a new kind of life out here—quiet, brutal, free. No commands. No masters. Just the long walk between ruins and the occasional firefight with scavengers who underestimated an obsolete android.
She opened the message.
Gera Android MX was going home.