"The primary diesel reserves will be empty in four days."
The synthetic voice of the bunker artificial intelligence cut through the quiet room.
Malcolm stood on the plush green turf of his indoor golf simulator. He held a custom titanium driver. The ambient temperature in the massive room held at a steady seventy two degrees.
"Explain the consumption metric," Malcolm ordered. He swung the heavy club.
Smack. The golf ball hit the digital projection screen and dropped to the hardwood floor.
"Moving a mobile fortress of this mass requires immense continuous torque," the system explained. "The massive steel treads are crushing solid ice and ruined asphalt. The resistance is draining the fuel cells faster than anticipated."
"What is our current speed?" Malcolm asked. He walked over to a l
