“So these are the new models?” asked Shui, setting down her case of diagnostic equipment.
“Yup” replied Geoff.
“And a lame-ass snowman is the best they could come up with?”
“Hey, they’re nano-bots, not super computers. Anyway, they did their job. You’ve got to admit, the satellite’s completely camouflaged.”
“Yeah, ‘spose so, but…hey…our satellites don’t have these markings” she said, brushing away some snow from the machine. “Did head office give us the right coordinates?”
“Request came from head office for sure. Whose markings? Infallitech? Opus Systems?”
“Not sure, but I don’t like that buzzing sound…” Shui replied, her eyes fixed upon the machine as she stepped away from it slowly.
“We got time to run before the pulse wave hits us?”
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—279/^J6%+153***[ Message received. Extraction pod ETA 45 minutes. Ensure their brain meat is prepped correctly; integrity of their network data and passwords is a priority. ] ***8271<13H7C$%/—