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It was only thanks to the fucked grav-mods on this junkyard of a station that I was able to stand, let alone run away.
This colony placed a lot of value on growing their own food instead of using the perfectly-good replicators, so they had a full-fledged harvester bot tending to it in their (permanent) absence. Said bot didn’t like my ‘invasion’ on its ‘farmland,’ so it chewed up my legs and tried to do the same to the rest of me.
So I’m running on legs that don’t work (and leak fluids everywhere). Ugh.
ART! I shouted into both the silent feed and the comm I had under my ribs.
Nothing except a distant rumble. My legs were starting to shake apart.
A tiny laser-pointer beam of light melted through the ceiling and the harvester’s processing center.
Got you, ART said, leaking emotion all over the feed. Engaging extraction.