4
“Come on, you stupid pile of scrap.” Ono yanked and spurred the walker, but it maintained its languid pace through the woods, choosing each step carefully as if the ferns contained viruses or other malware.
It’s too damp.
Ono wiped the drizzle from his chin and sniffed. It had been years since he had been out in the wilderness, and the dense, earthy smell nearly made his head spin. “It’s damp, all right, but try to be positive. We’re experiencing nature.”
I mean for the strand. It needs to be specially formed to operate in water. It’s a problem for our implants, too; I can feel the moisture seeping in.
Ono felt slight satisfaction at Aunio’s discomfort. He had turned off most of his internal monitors to help keep Aunio in check, but his alter ego was always in tune with his mechanic
