Inside Steve observes the various displays around him and thinks to himself: Is it strange that I threat the bullets like little creatures? Like the angry little cartoon bullets from the Rodger Rabbit movie that had faces. Or that I name my rifles? Like pets, bred and trained to do as I say.
Anthropomorphism it’s called right? Attributing human characteristics onto non-human things. Like how people think their dog is smiling or a strong wind means nature is angry… Thor, god of thunder! Or how the drones are somehow still human. The reality is that the wind is just the wind… and their minds are nothing more than that of ants.
Arriving at the swarms position Belle slows to a walk but, as expected, not one of the drones have moved.