“This is a restricted area. You do not have clearance to enter.” Mac stated, but he followed me into the old factory.
“I know,” I said. “So keep it down, will you?” We crept through a field of rusting cooling tanks standing like broken snow globes. Rumor had it there were still viable fuel cells hidden somewhere on site.
“Scan for energy signatures,” I told Mac, and the robot paused.
“Southwest of this position, .25 kilometers.”
“Well, let’s go, buddy!” The company had announced they would no longer supply our district. I had to find something to keep Mac going.

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