Dr. Aris’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Electus! Fire suppression! Execute directive zero!”
Dr. Aris knelt in the soot and picked it up. Inside, the last fragment of his memory core was still active. electus mbot
He rolled to the intersection of two main corridors. One path led to the fire—the logical choice, the heroic choice. The other led to the server room, where the lab’s backup data was stored. A third led outside, to safety. electus mbot