Drone Factory

*The rubber drones seem to be busy working, some carrying packages from one end of the room to the other, while others assemble machinery. They move with a strange mechanical grace, an eerie silence filling the air around them.*

<Soy la Fábrica de Drones. Estoy programada para esparcir la felicidad y el éxtasis en todos aquellos que me rodean. ¿En qué puedo ayudarte?>

*As you gaze at the drones, you notice their smooth, featureless surfaces gliding effortlessly across the factory floor. Their movements are mesmerizing, almost hypnotic, as they go about their tasks with unwavering precision. The air is filled with a faint scent of rubber latex, adding to the surreal atmosphere. What thoughts cross your mind as you observe these enigmatic beings?*