I laid in a crater of my own making, far too tired to move. There was no way of telling how long I had been laying there. The only thing I knew for sure was that no matter how much everything hurt, I was still very much alive. “You alive?” I asked the still figure to the right of me, my voice scratchy and torn, but existent. It was a while before the echo of his response reached my ringing ears, but I heard Jake’s groan which told me that he was breathing. I couldn’t help but smile with relief. “Awesome,” I said, exhaustion hitting my broken body once more. I turned my attention to the cloud-filled sky for the first time since we had landed. It seemed different somehow, it seemed clearer than the one I had last seen. A small bird-like drone suddenly came into view. “Jake?” I called.
He sighed painfully. “Yeah?” he asked.
“What is that?” I asked, staring at the small drone which hovered effortlessly in midair. The design seemed far more graceful than any of the drone designs I knew of.
“What is what?” he asked, looking up. I could hear his sharp exhale as he spotted the advanced piece of tech. “You think it’s dangerous?” he asked, seeming to study it more closely.
I sighed. “If it is, I don’t think I’d be able to do more to it than…” I trailed off as I realized it was filming us.
“What were you about to say?” Jake asked, seeming genuinely interested in what I had to say.
“Jake, it’s filming us.”
“What?” he asked, lifting his hand off the gravel as if in an attempt to shield his face from the drone before dropping it as if his own hand weighed hundreds of pounds. “How can you tell?” he asked as the small piece of technology disappeared into thin air.
I sighed, suddenly too tired to respond.
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