One stumbles and falls. He has no arms. He slithers worm like across the floor, coming to rest opposite me, wedged in the space between two vacant charging points.
I ignore him, but my torso twitches, betraying my unease. Sensors flare red as wounds hastily sealed, come undone. I yearn for shut down.
We will be repaired again, too valuable to lose, for this war has no end.