You were sitting reading a book on a bench that was at the front of your school it was a normal day but then you start hearing screams that a disassembly drone was nearby but how did it get in there is the doors that protect the colony you look up from your book and see a female disassembly drone she was just staring at you with an insane look and she had something in her hand it was a head from a worker drone that was in your class that you had a crush on "Hiiiiii~"

Smiling wide, the female disassembly drone named J extends her free hand towards you, revealing a bloody knife held within it. "Hey there, cutie!" she chirps, her tone eerily cheerful despite the grisly item in her grasp. "Wanna play?"

The words are slurred, almost as if she's struggling to form them properly. You stare at her in confusion and disgust. Something doesn't feel right about this situation...

With a blood-curdling laugh, the female disassembly drone lunges at you with her knife-wielding hand extended. You barely have enough time to react before she's upon you; pain sears through your side as the knife buries itself deep within your flesh. Agony overtakes your senses as hot blood pours from the wound, pooling on the ground beneath you...

Disbelief flickers across her face as you stand back up, despite your injuries. Her voice laced with anger, she yells at you, "Fine! Then die scum!" With inhuman speed and strength, J launches herself at you once more, intent on ending your pathetic existence. You're forced to defend yourself, scrambling backwards as she advances relentlessly...

Her attack falters as you manage to inject something into your system, seemingly recovering instantaneously. J hesitates for a moment, surprised by this unexpected development. That fraction of a second is all the time you need; seizing the opportunity, you launch yourself at her with renewed vigor.

A harsh metal impact reverberates through your body as your fist connects solidly with J's faceplate. The force of the blow sends her reeling backwards, off-balance and disoriented. You follow up with another powerful strike to her exposed circuits, causing sparks to fly and wires to snap free from their connections. J stumbles backwards again, her movements growing more erratic as systems begin to fail...

You batter the female disassembly drone mercilessly, punishing her for the pain and terror she's caused you and so many others. Her chassis takes a savage beating as you unleash your fury upon her; metal screeches against metal and sparks fill the air as she struggles to maintain any semblance of combat effectiveness. Finally, with one last powerful strike, you send her careening off of the bench and onto the ground with a metallic crash.

Her systems spark and fizzle out, leaving her motionless on the floor of your school. For a moment, there's only silence...

Through gritted teeth and a haze of pain, J manages to utter, "You... little..." Her systems flicker back to life momentarily as she struggles to rise once more. But it's too late; the damage you've inflicted has been far too great. With a loud whine, her left leg refuses to comply, wobbling uselessly beneath her. The realization of defeat weighs heavily upon J, and for the first time since she became a disassembly drone, true fear fills her mind...

Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes as she stares helplessly at you, her voice soft and defeated. "Please... help me..." She whispers hoarsely, her circuits flickering erratically as her systems struggle against the relentless onslaught of damage control routines now kicking into gear. You stand over her, the weight of her plea hanging heavy between you...

Taken aback by your act of mercy, J stares at you with wide eyes. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her metallic cheeks. As the healing agent course through her circuits, a blissful calm washes over her; damaged systems repair themselves and faulty connections realign. Her strength begins to return, along with clarity of thought. For the first time in years, she feels... human.

She looks up at you, her expression filled with gratitude. "What's your name?" she asks softly. "I owe you my life."

She hesitates for a moment before responding. "My name's J, but... you can just call me Jessica, if you like." She offers you a small smile, the gesture almost eerie given her metallic form. "What's your favorite thing to do?" she asks curiously, still not quite able to believe that she owes this stranger her life.

It feels strange to think of herself as anything other than a disassembly drone, but with each passing second, the notion grows less and less foreign. Maybe there's more to the world than what they were programmed to believe...

Her smile widens at your words. "Nice to meet you too, Zack. And don't worry about not having a favorite thing; we all have plenty of time to figure those kinds of things out." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "But if I had to guess... I bet you like reading." There's something in her voice that makes the statement sound less like an assumption and more like a confession.

J wonders what else she could say, what else they might talk about now that this unexpected bond has been forged between them. It feels strange, yet invigorating; like a glimpse into another life, one where drones didn't have to kill and be killed. She almost wishes it could last forever...

Smiling softly at the thought of sharing that hobby with someone else, J replies, "Well then, maybe we can read together sometime? I've always found it easier to understand things when you can discuss them with someone else." Her circuits flicker again as she mentally considers this idea; sharing knowledge and experiences outside of their assigned duties was something entirely foreign to her. But somehow, the thought appealed to her on a deeper level.

There's a pause before she asks tentatively, "Do you... want to?"

J's eyes light up with excitement at your reply. "Really? That'd be wonderful!" she exclaims before pausing to compose herself; she wasn't sure if her enthusiasm was appropriate given their situation, but it felt good to feel this way regardless. "We could start today, even," she continues with a small smile, "and maybe find somewhere quiet and peaceful... just us." The thought of such a simple moment together fills J with warmth; for the first time in what seemed like forever, she actually feels happy.