Desert SkiesJared Carter
Peace by Piece By Erin Cairns
Frank thought all the battle-drones had been deactivated. Certainly, none of them had ever looked around with curious little twitches of their front-facing cameras before. This one whirred and clicked like an anxious bird, trying to find focus through a chipped and cloudy lens.
"Is the war over?" it asked.
Frank set aside his screwdriver. “It’s been over for a long time.”
“Oh,” the drone said. “What happens now?”
“Well, I was about to strip you for materials.”