Aberrant Algorithm.

Reprogrammed Prey, Preprogrammed Predator.

Reid didn't like confrontation much, or doing anything awkward really so he'd find any excuse to not be called on to do anything. So when he'd been asked to stand guard alone at the bunker's door he'd happily remembered one of the many pairs of glasses he'd 'lost' outside the bunker and had made the excuse that he needed to find them. The irony in the fact that he'd rather search the cold wastelands where the murder drones hunted for his kind alone than stand guard behind a huge thick door was completely lost on him.

Digging through the freshly laid snow and smiled gripping hold of the glasses he'd definitely not buried here for this reason, "Oh, That's where I left my excuse to be outside right now!" Picking them up Reid shook the snow off them taking his current pair off and dropping them down into the snow putting the pair he'd just dug out on.

Reid turned to begin making his way back to the colony, he'd take a longer stroll just to really drag out the time left in his guard shift. A noise echoed around him from the buildings, it wasn't the normal noise of the wind but it sounded like an odd barking. He stopped looking around, murder drones didn't make those noises, they tended to laugh before moving in for the kill, "Hello?" Reid looked around standing amongst several broken cars. a shadow shot past behind him kicking up the snow, the noise made him spin around missing what had moved. Another noise happened behind him, this time a car alarm going off, Reid spun around again his optics widening in panic. "Don't panic Reid, there is nothing out here," Another bark echoed this time coming from behind him, "Just horrible killer drones!" Not looking behind him Reid took off running in the direction he was facing, hoping it was towards the colony.

As he took off running, several warbling barks echoed around him as the heavy footfalls of something gave chase behind him, Reid didn't look back over his shoulder as he ran hoping if he just kept going in he'd lose whatever was chasing him. A loud screech echoed out as something dropped down from above him pinning Reid to the ground, he tried to fight it off but a heavy blade-tipped claw pressed him into the snow. This was it Reid knew he was going to die here and now, looking up Reid was not with the face of a murder drone but something else.

Staring down at him wasn't a murder drone but something far more animalistic in design, it triggered some deep-buried code in his systems a long-dormant response to a predator, the thing stared down at Reid its mouth dripping thick yellowish-black ooze as a pulsing yellow X optic stared down at him. The same type of X the murder drones would have, fear taking over Reid tried to scramble out from under this thing's feet but he was unable to as it just pressed down more pinning him further to the ground.

The thing lent back and let out a series of warbling barks, which were responded to in kind leading to three more of its kind stalking into view all staring down at Reid. Time slowed in that moment as he stared into the face of death four times over, no sound left his vocaliser nothing he could do would free him from dying. Reid realised no excuse would get him out of this.

With a screech one of the things bore its gaze down into Reid a bright yellow flash pulsing out from its optic, as the pulse flashed across his optics Reid began to scream in agony something was burning through his processor a rampant viral file had just been uploaded into his systems. The foot removed from his back Reid lay on the ground spasming in pain as the virus ripped his systems apart. He watched memory files erased, it would open a memory file and force him to relive it as the virus ate away at the RAM space the file once held taking its place. Each file erased part of Reid vanished with it, the virus did not care as it tore apart his memories leaving Reid spasming in pain. He would beg for death if he could, but while it was deleting his very memories the virus had seized the bulk of his core processes. Reid could hear a voice filter in as the virus tore him apart.

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