The watchers falter
It’s almost funny if it weren’t terrifying. The drones that once marched like soldiers are starting to stumble like drunks.
Northern Division reported three units pacing in circles. In the East, watchers broke formation mid-patrol, bumping into each other like headless chickens—if chickens were terrifying metal husks with glowing eyes.
The humor doesn’t erase the danger. A malfunctioning drone is unpredictable, more likely to lash out without logic. But the pattern suggests something bigger: Maynet’s control is slipping.
It’s not collapse. Not yet. But cracks are showing. And cracks spread.