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The Mainframe
Inge and Roni hurried between lines of dormant drones. Inge wanted to ask what exactly they were looking for, but she trusted Roni knew what she was doing.
“Here,” Roni said.
They stopped in front of a ten-by-eight-foot wall of glossy black hard drives with blinking red and green lights. A small screen built into the wall at eye-level, with a keyboard underneath.
Roni tapped on the keys and brought up a black screen full of white code. “The drones work on a grid,” she said. “Each subsection has its own diagnostic terminal. The drones are hooked up for a month prior to roll out.”
“What for?” Inge asked.
“You ever been to Ikea?” Roni said.
“Who hasn’t?” Inge said.
“It’s like the robot arm that works the kitchen drawer open and closed, over and over.”
“So they iron
