Aretha
In the cold desert heat, I wait.
But an unfinished form, I am bulky and crude.
My Gatlings at my right, my Plasma Cannon at my left.
The thrum of Kojima energy fills me, it is my life source.
Bidden by pilot, I turn to the colony.
The thirst for destruction flares; I am what I was built to be.
Like a babe, I am curious.
Carnage is my focus, my anchor to the world.
Then another comes.
He brings one like me, but smaller and sleeker.
Like two of a species, we stand opposed to each other.
Then the thirst wins over me, and we fight.
I am stronger and faster, but I am losing.
I boost out of sight, and shred his armor.
I release the deadly Kojima energy into the air, but I am losing.
And I have lost.
I am crippled, the energy overcomes me.
Pilotless, I do not move.
The end comes, but moments away.
And it releases from its prison.
With my life's energy, I seed the barren earth.
And then there were none.