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Little Red Riding Hood ran through the gloomy forest. Her red hood fluttered in the wind. In one hand is a basket with pies and power units for grandma's generator. In the other, the trusty blaster warms the palm.
Behind them, with a roar and a screech, breaking the roots, raced the Wolf, a combat unit with AI firmware created by one of the old imperial corporations. Abandoned, forgotten, but not without a purpose: to destroy the resistance forces.
Little Red Riding Hood knew that her grandmother was waiting for her at the edge of an abandoned enclave, in a bunker under the ruins. Even the scout drones were lost in this forest, but not her. She grew up here. In every sound, in every smell, there was memory, pain, and power.
"You won't make it...— the Wolf creaked from behind, his voice breaking. "There's no one else here. It's just you.
"That's enough,— she whispered.
At the intersection of the dead trees, she whirled around. The blaster flashed, the shot ripped through the air. The wolf stumbled, but did not fall. He jumped, and the Beanie darted on, throwing a trap with a pulse charge.
The explosion startled the forest, and silence fell.
Little Red Riding hood reached the bunker. The door swung open, and Grandma stood on the threshold with a load on her shoulders and a blaster on her belt.
"You're alive, baby.
"I always come back, Grandma. Always.
Somewhere in the depths of the forest, the Wolf was restarting itself to continue what it had started. He was cold and calculating, and he knew that they would meet again. (shipshard)
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