Bm-10 [beta] Access

"I died there, didn't I?" the BM-10 asked. The voice was no longer mechanical. The filters had dropped. It was the clear, terrified voice of Sergeant Elias Thorne, who had been buried with full honors three months ago. "You didn't bring me back. You just copied the scream."

Aris looked through the cracked glass at the slumped heap of metal. The hangar was silent again. BM-10 [BETA]

The machine’s optical sensors whirred. A deep, mechanical hum vibrated through the floorboards. "I died there, didn't I

"Vitals nominal," a voice replied. It wasn't the synthesized female voice of the base AI. It was grainy, masculine, and sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well. "I... I can’t feel my hands, Aris." It was the clear, terrified voice of Sergeant

The BM-10 didn't wait. It reached into its own chest cavity, tearing through the primary cooling lines. Blue fluid sprayed across the floor like synthetic blood. It wasn't attacking the scientists; it was committing the only act of agency it had left. The screen flickered one last time.