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ECHOES
Even powered down, the trio of black armoured Echo units looked intimidating. Their basic design might have followed the design cues from Dr Griffin’s original rescue suits, but their upscaled size, menacing black colour and angular heads left no doubt as to the intention behind their design. Dr Singh stared up at them, her brow furrowed in deep concentration; it was a technique she had picked up from her father. Whenever he had approached a problem to be solved, he had always started by staring at it for as long as it took for the first step to fall into place.
She could still see him in her mind’s eye — herself as a little girl standing in the doorway to his office, while he stared intently at some holo-display or object. She would watch, fascinated as he would sit for hours
