"Dove-type missiles annihilated 12 targets with a single shot, and X-16 wiped out 11, taking less than a minute... If you can help me collect enough AI cores, I could even build you a bionic man team for less than one million silver coins each, think about it?"
Atop the giant wall.
Overlooking the slum, Yibers watched with a schadenfreude grin, babbling assessments.
He used to stand here watching the organics duke it out from afar, at most selling them weapons they could afford.
Now he was finally able to join the fray.
He was very satisfied with this new shareholder who had brought profits to Huge Rock Military Industry and enjoyed watching the organics court death in various ways—one of the few pleasures and the very purpose of his existence.
He had none of the multifarious desires of humans, and he was far less interested in human ways of alleviating loneliness, such as consumption, reproduction, arts, philosophy, etc.
