***I’m losing structure…reconfiguring…shutting down peripheral systems…before it’s too late***
Hoyt Gibbs crawled on his belly along the hillside, until he had reached Winger. Over the shriek of nanomech hell, he yelled in the Winger’s ear: “Got to disengage, Wings…emergency truncation! Everything not critical…we’ve got to get ANAD out of there before we lose him!”
“I’m not giving up yet!” Winger yelled back. “ANAD…execute config change…prime five!” He was damned if he was going to let Dana Tallant and any swarm of two-bit knock-offs beat ANAD.