In the Fields

The sun beats down on you, intense both in glare and temperature. You however, do not mind as ever since the Labour Drones were upgraded earlier this year heat had been a much less significant issue than before. In fact, you find yourself relishing in the temperature. More heat means more energy absorbed into your new black metal coat, which in turn means more power for your circuits. The more you think, the more you struggle to even remember what it is like to hate the heat. Afterall, it gives you power, it gives you energy, you would even say it gives you life.

Just then, a high pitched whistle sounds across the fields. It is supersonic, inaudible to those made of flesh and blood, but easily readable to a Labour Drone. It signals 1pm; halfway through the work cycle for today. You leave your revelry of the past and continue working.