Step. The suit whirred.
The hissing stopped. The timer froze.
A child sat on a bench nearby, wrapped in a silver emergency blanket. His suit’s light was a dull, pulsing red—the "basic compassion" tier. It kept him from dying, but not from suffering. His lips were cracked. Lena looked away. Looking away cost 0.2 seconds of guilt-spike. freemium keepcool