“Slow and steady wins the race, huh? Alright. Hand that repeater and my mother over.” He ordered, before unlocking a cabinet inside the kiosk to reveal three rows of keys. He winced from the pain in his leg.

“I’ll take that.” The bodyguard intoned. Satisfied with the flashing pill he’d been configuring, he floated over to Senjen and pointed to the repeater. A few of the assembled Humans had rallied themselves at his suggestion that more synths were coming. They took cover behind pillars and cars, pointing their jumbled assortment of weaponry at the doors.

“Oh my, you’re injured!” Light exclaimed, coming over to examine the Utaysi’s back.

“There are small fires currently burning inside you. That is not good. Do you have any repair foam to spray in here?”

“I can’t do it!” The little girl cried, letting go of the control panel.

“It's too hard.”

“Please try again, my sweet. You must wipe as much as you can.” The boss urged.