Ice Queen, Pt 3
Miko watched as the shopkeep wiped down the exact same spot on his counter with unerring precision. His hands and arms moved to the exact millimeter as he cleaned it. And once he had performed exactly three revolutions, he moved exactly 20 centimeters to one side and began again.
It was the same thing with the person who scraped up ice. His arms moved to the exact millimeter each and every time. And everytime he moved up the street, it was in the exact same increments.
Miko found their robotic nature curious, puzzling, and troubling all at once. She wanted to equate these people to drones, but even those had a semblance of chaotic movement in them. At least they were programmed to have variance in their behavior. This made them simply appear more natural.
To her, it seemed like all these people were stripped of their original programming, and replaced with something far inferior.