Ian M. Mori

Petrichor

The robot eyed Genevieve suspiciously while Moseley spoke. “So further this way, and then, what, how far was it?” “42 KLICKS DUE SOUTH BY SOUTHWEST AT 11.3493° NORTH, 142.1996° EAST,” The multi-armed salvage unit sputtered at the pair, one ocular module assessing Gen. She pulled her helmet down and straightened her hood, peering out from sunburnt goggles.