Thousands of silver machines swarmed over the rusted skeleton of a civilian sedan blocking Madison Avenue. The tiny fabricators dismantled the vehicle with terrifying speed.
They stripped the steel doors from the hinges and ripped the copper wiring from the dead engine block. The mechanical swarm carried the raw materials back to the deployment hatches of the Leviathan. The gray fortress rolled down the snowy street at a sluggish walking pace while the scavengers cleared the path.
The fusion core possessed infinite power but the internal infrastructure remained damaged. The artificial intelligence diverted a massive portion of the energy output toward the internal repair protocols.
Malcolm stood at the primary console and watched the diagnostic screens. The digital blueprints mapped the
