(Sorry for the length. I tend to write long stuff. And I apparently fell behind a little bit)
Malcolm finished building an old project of his and moved back to examine it. The hamster-sized machine appeared to be a spider of sorts, with sharpened metal blades for claws, and a small propeller on its body. The spider moved around in a circle, scanning the area.
“Come along, my old friend, it’s about time I finished you. I have the perfect perch for you,”Malcolm said.
The spider machine vibrated in acknowledgment and followed him. Malcolm traveled up the three floors of the abandoned underground research facility he had found, climbing up to the building he had claimed as home.
The building had been rearranged to seem like a jewel appraiser’s store, an old job he had had while building the army that had destroyed the world. It brought a smile to his face every time he saw his custom business cards on the counter.
“Alright, three choices. The west window, which always seems to attract some hoodlum occasionally. The east window, mostly trash outside that one. Or the roof, home to a bunch of dumbass, radioactive birds,”Malcolm explained.
The spider moved over to the west window, its propeller spinning and lifting it onto a metal beam Malcolm had added above the window. Its red ‘eye’ flashed blue and it settled.
Malcolm nodded, snickering. He had figured the spider would go there.
He then stepped out onto the cracked sidewalk outside, inhaling the polluted air. Grinning a moment, he looked around at the empty street. His left eye noticed a flash of movement and heard noises nearby.
“You know what to do,”Malcolm said, seemingly to no one.
He turned around, glancing above the door as he headed inside. The old light dangling from its slot vibrated and a few bead-sized machines crawled around.
Malcolm returned inside, shutting and locking the door.