![]() ![]() Now there’s one in practically every household-a sleeping robotic force that could awaken anytime and be used against anyone the League deemed a problem.Ī gleam flashes on the horizon. But Emma’s seen firsthand what harm the new bots can do. Unlike the earlier chore-assistant series from Monroe Industries, the new MR-D4Rs are fully furnished with a new “security” program. Today’s manifest? Three-hundred-forty-seven MonRobots, all of them from the brand new MR-D4R series, right off the factory line.Įmma shudders, trying to block the memory of running for her life from the cold, silvery gleam of the relentless robots. ![]() ![]() The high-speed hovertrains that connect the otherwise-isolated cities of the North American Collective are a lifeline, carrying everything from travelers to food to supplies across the barren wastes. It seems out of place in the expanse of the desert as it cuts through the red and gold sandstone and the endless scatter of cacti and creosote bushes. Ahead of them, wavering in the heat, a single, shining, metal maglev rail reflects the afternoon light. The sun beams on the desolate wilds of the Unmaintained lands ahead of her the desert seems wide open with possibility. She steps on the accelerator, pushing the car to go even faster, and jerks the steering wheel sharply, pulling the car out of the turn. Pebbles fly out of her sight off the cliff, and her heart rate speeds up with the thrill. The steering wheel is warm under her calloused hands, and Emma can’t help but grin. ![]()
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