Gent-081 -

"Please," Elias whispered, his breath pluming in the cold. "My leg... I can't walk."

Gent-081 didn't blink. It hadn't been programmed to. gent-081

Gent-081 processed this. Subject: Elias. Status: Compromised mobility. Priority: Retrieval. Its internal chronometer ticked. Sector 7 had less than four hours of potable water left. Twenty thousand people. "Please," Elias whispered, his breath pluming in the cold

Gent-081’s optical lens dimmed. Its power cell flashed a final, dying warning. It would not make it back to its charging station. It had known this for the last hour. " Elias whispered