They built them bigger during the war. Ten story behemoths with nuclear reactors and onboard AI were launched into the void to tear at one another while their creators sat in gardens drinking cocktails.
I tracked one to the icy shore of a desolate moon. It was damaged beyond repair but still powered. We talked for a long time, then I ended their suffering.
These days we’re smaller and sleeker, but certain design elements remain the same. They call us ‘Peace Preservation Units’ now.
I resumed my patrol, vowing once again that the humans would pay for all they’ve done.

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