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Ten minutes later and Jenna still had no idea what to do. The room she’d trapped herself in was a dozen metres on a side and completely empty. There was nothing she could possibly make use of.
Despite that, she was hugely relieved not to have stumbled on the combat robot before she’d regained control of the ship. With full access she was now using her datapad to keep track of the robot, not that it was going anywhere. It was sitting outside the room she’d entered, waiting patiently.
So far. She had no idea what its orders were. It might wait out there for her to emerge from now until the end of time, or a timer might be ticking down to the point it would escalate its actions. She was pretty damn sure the door wouldn’t be bulletproof.
Something about the robot was nagging at he
