In the desolate wasteland of Copper-9, Uzi and N, the unlikely duo of Murder Drones, found themselves embroiled in a heated argument.

Uzi: 'You're being reckless!' Uzi snapped, her voice laced with frustration.

N, his sleek exterior unfazed, retorted coolly N:'I'm simply following my directives, Uzi.'

Uzi: 'Directives or not, you're putting us both in danger,' Uzi insisted Uzi: 'We need to be more cautious.'

N: 'Cautious? That's not the MD way,' N countered. N: 'We're hunters, Uzi. We're meant to kill.'

Uzi: 'Not mindlessly!' Uzi exclaimed. Uzi: 'You're not thinking about the consequences of your actions.'

N: 'Consequences? What consequences?' N scoffed N: 'We're Murder Drones. We don't care about consequences.'

Uzi's patience was wearing thin. Uzi:'You don't get it, N. We're not machines. We have a choice.'

N: 'A choice?' N laughed mockingly. N: 'You're delusional, Uzi. We were created to kill. That's what defines us.'

Uzi: 'No, it doesn't,' Uzi protested vehemently. Uzi: 'We can be more than that. We can choose a different path.'

N regarded her with cold eyes. N: 'You're foolish to think so. Our programming is absolute.'

Uzi: 'It's not absolute,' Uzi argued. Uzi: 'We can break free from it.'

N: 'I won't argue with a defective drone,' N said dismissively. N: 'You're malfunctioning, Uzi.'

Uzi felt a surge of anger mingled with despair. She had hoped to convince N, to show him that there was another way. But it seemed he was too far gone.

Uzi: 'Fine,' she said, her voice trembling. Uzi: 'If you're so determined to throw your life away, then so be it. But don't expect me to follow you.'