Just as the first blush of dawn kissed the Indian Ocean at South Beach, not far from the South Beach Cafe, the drones emerged — a swarm of buzzing automatons weaving through the roads and laneways of South Fremantle, each clutching a paper cup - some from Paper Cup on Hampton Road - brimming with someone’s lifeline. They danced above the sleepy streets, dodging seagulls on McLaren and Orient, skimming rooftops near Nelson, zipping through alfresco setups along South Terrace where groggy regulars, like those at Kerfuffle, waited. But efficiency had its limits. A rogue drone clipped the side mirror…