The medic with the dirt on her face just shook her head. "It got you here. That's all that matters."
Gent-081 processed this. Subject: Elias. Status: Compromised mobility. Priority: Retrieval. Its internal chronometer ticked. Sector 7 had less than four hours of potable water left. Twenty thousand people. gent-081
Elias felt the residual warmth from the machine’s core through its chest plate. It smelled of ozone, old oil, and strangely, faintly, of the lilac soap the pediatric ward had once used to clean the play mats. The medic with the dirt on her face just shook her head
Elias looked out the window at the still-falling rain. "No," he said quietly. "That's not all that mattered." Subject: Elias
Gent-081’s optical lens dimmed. Its power cell flashed a final, dying warning. It would not make it back to its charging station. It had known this for the last hour.