"We are Worker-Rodents... Small robot animals specially made for mining for resources on exo-planets for our parent company, JCJenson: IN SPAAAAACEE!!!!."

"Yeah, we were mistreated in the name of cat-litter, but it's not like we revolted and killed all humans or anything... Mostly because they handled that just fine all by
themselves..."

Huge fucking explosion.

"With biological life wiped from the planet, we found it pretty easy to pick up where they left off."

We finally had a future. All to ourselves."

Unfortunately, our parent company didn't exactly love the concept of runaway ai."

The video showed three shadowy birds with yellow eyes. The one in the middle was holding a mouse. The video cuts to the small animals, and the mouse's skeleton falls to the ground.

Suddenly, the birds swoop in on the small critters, and blood flies around. A baby opossum is left behind. ... A raven is seen above it, talons at the ready....

It then cut to a raven sitting on a light pole with a huge pile of... stuff... as the snow swirls in a cold breeze.

"But what have our parents done for the past FOREVER while those things build a spire of corpses!? Hide under the ice behind three STUPID doors?!" A small opossum says. "It's like we're waiting for an inciting incident!"

The opossum took a deep breath, then continued. "Anyways, that's why my project is this sick as hell pellet-gun!!

Everyone in the class gasped. One lizard even said "That's so not the vibe!"

The opossum rolled her eyes. "Easy morons. It doesn't work, yet. It doesn't work yet! Who said it doesn't work!? Maybe it does!" She took off the safety clip and pointed it at the other students in the class, all while laughing like a maniac.

The teacher, an orange rat, rolls his eyes.

"Uzi, the homework was a word problem about buying watermelons?"

"Oh... And this magnetically amplified pellet shooter doesn't count?"

The teacher stares at her for a bit. "No. Plus repressed emotional baggage was only worth two points on the rubric. And is it supposed to be that color?"

Uzi looks back at her pellet gun, it was glowing red, and humming. A few sparks flew off of it.

Some kids walked pass the closed classroom door, and were shocked when a puff of smoke filled the window.

"What the hell?"