Sometimes it pays to wonder who we are. No matter how much I ask my parents, they cannot give me an exact answer. But even so, I think about it all the time. Am I a bad drone? It seems that I am not lazy, but on the contrary, I am very hardworking. I am very kind like my father and when necessary I can stand up for myself like a mother, but her trait does not often prevail. So why? Why don't I have friends? There was one girlfriend and that did not save.
Today I turn 8 years old, and I don't even go to school and I didn't go to kindergarten. I received the first 4 classes of education at home, my father taught me from the age of 4, for which I am very grateful to him because, as I know, my peers study only in the 2nd, and I have the knowledge of the entire elementary school. But maybe someday I will find out the reasons now you need to enjoy peace before it's too late. Is it true?
In a cozy house, a small Drone, about 30-35 cm high, was sitting at a table opposite the cake.
His display and hair that stuck out in all directions were purple, and he looked like an ordinary Worker.
On the cake, the candle was in the form of the number 8, and two voices were heard from the side.
- One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
- One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
I heard the joyful cries of my parents. Then, as soon as I blew out the candle, my mother jumped up to me and, taking my head, dipped my display into the cake.
"Ha ha ha ha!" she burst out with an evil laugh.
- Uzi why are you so ...! - stood up dad.
"Don't worry, it wasn't the main cake." She answered, interrupting.
Uzi went to the oven and took out a huge cake.
Uzi-Sit down.
N and Izun sat across from each other while Uzi put the cake on the table. She was about to sit down when she heard a knock at the door.
N-Oh your father has come.
Uzi-Probably.
The worker got up and went to the door. Opening it, a worker of the same height with a mustache stood in front of her.
Khan-Well hello.
Uzi-Hey dad.
They embraced and went into the house to the table.
Everyone was gathering, they congratulated Izun, wished him all the best, and Uzi prepared a gift for him.
If we say that the company is small for my birthday, then for me it is not. Grandpa Khan is constantly at work and visits us only for someone's birthday, New Year and goes with us to the parades of liberation from the JcJenson company, or, as it is also called Drone Day. It was very ironic that in adolescence, his mother did not dislike him, and then she began to always invite him to the holidays, later this turned into the fact that now he does not need an invitation, he comes himself and no one minds. With mom, they always calmly discussed life, and with dad they always laughed at each other's jokes. Taking into account the fact that in the seven years of my life I have never gone beyond the yard, and if I went out with my parents sitting in a basket behind my back, then I have no friends at all. Especially after that...
The holiday behind a cheerful conversation passed unnoticed. Grandfather had already left for work, and dad helped mom clean the dishes.
Izun-Mum, Pap, thanks for the holiday, you are the best, I was tired and went to bed.
Uzi-Good night.
N-Sweet dreams.
Izun went up to the second floor and went to the bedroom.
Uzi-Fuh. Finally finished with the dishes.
N came up from behind and wrapped his arms around him with his tail.
N-Tired?
Uzi- *sigh* You won't believe it, but yes.
N-Come on then I'll help you.
The Uzi Big Cake seemed easy to make, but I spent all day on it. I can't even think adequately, so do what you want.
N-Well, okay.
The dismantler, picking up his hard worker and turning off the lights everywhere, carried him to the second floor to their bedroom.
The morning started with Izun leaving his room. Going down to the first floor, he noticed that the sign "Happy birthday, you are already 8 years old" had not yet been removed.
With his purple display, he started looking for something to do while his parents were still sleeping.
Izun- *Hmm. I woke up early*.
So several hours passed, but there was no sensible lesson. Usually, when he woke up this early, he sat down at his textbooks out of boredom, so that later he could impress his father with the knowledge that he did not give him. But now they decided to take a break, because Izun was already ahead of his peers in the school program, with whom he crossed eyes while looking out the window.
Breakfast is also not cooked after almost burning down the house at the age of 5 while his parents were away. Fortunately, grandfather Khan was nearby and the tragedy was avoided. He was completely prohibited from approaching the furnace for up to 10 years. Then Izun decided to go up to the second floor, to the parents' room.
When he opened the door, he saw only his father, whose tail was hanging from the double bed, and "Sleep Mode" was lit on the display. The mother was not around. Suddenly, steps were heard behind. A hand touched his shoulder.
Uzi-We will not wake him up, he will have a difficult shift.
Izun-No you work the same job, one shift.
Uzi-W-well, everything is simple, he does the most difficult. But it is not important. What matters is that I promised you a gift.
Izun-By the way, yes, but you didn't give it to me.
Uzi-That's right, yesterday I was tired, so there was no time. But today I'm ready. Follow me.
Izun followed his mother, who led him to the basement. There he saw Uzi's workshop. As soon as she entered, she pulled a small table into the center of the room. On it lay some kind of weapon with a green core.
Uzi-Here! I assembled this railgun back in the frosty era. You can check it out.
Izun-Wow!
Little Drone jumped up to the cannon, looking at it with curiosity.
Izun-So this is my gift?!
Uzi-Yes. Partially.
Izun-Net. Can I use it at 8 years old and what does that mean in part?
Uzi-As for the first, no one will notice, but as for the second, I'm sorry ...
Izun-What?
Suddenly, Uzi picked up Amy's cannon from the tool rack and waved at her son.
Izun- *passes out* What are you...
The world around the boy went out, he fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, N woke up and, not finding his beloved Worker, went to look for her. Going down to the first floor, he found no one, only the sounds from the basement attracted his attention.
Going to the door leading downstairs, he could not open it.
N-Uzi, are you there?!
Uzi-*muffled* Yes, I'm here.
W-what are you doing there?
Uzi- *muffled* Yeah, a little busy. I'll be out soon.
N-Good.
The dismantler went to the second floor, to his son's room. But without forcing anyone, he was frightened. Quickly going downstairs, he ran to the door to the basement. From it came the sounds of a circular saw, hammer blows and, most importantly, N smelled oil. Since he was a Flesh Tearer, he could smell it from a great distance, like shark blood. At first he was afraid that Uzi had cut himself, but when he sniffed the air, he was horrified.
It had an odor similar to his own butter, with a dash of Uzi oil.
N-(True! No! No! No! It can't be! IZUN!).
In the basement, meanwhile, on the table where the railgun used to be, was now Izun. Black liquid poured from his wrists. A gloved Uzi with tongs and oiled nail files fiddled with her tools. Taking out the right key and taking the saw, she cut her son's arms lengthwise, causing more oil to spill out. Then, inserting something, she pulled away, took off her gloves and said.
Uzi-Happy birthday, son.