"… One Dove missile wiped out twelve targets, X-16 cleared 11 more, all in under a minute… If you can help me gather enough AI cores, I could even build you a full android unit. It will cost less than a million silver each. Think about it, won’t you?" Atop the giant wall, overlooking the slums, Eberts wore a gleeful, shit-eating grin as he chattered on.3

Before, all he could do was stand on the wall and watch the organics tear each other apart from afar, at most selling them a few weapons they could barely afford.7

But now, he could finally step onto the battlefield himself.0

He was quite satisfied with his new owner. Earning profits for Boulder Town Arms Industry while watching the organic beings kill each other in imaginative ways were among his few joys in existence, and his primary...5