The journey through the night of the Ödland was devastating. The winding of the wind through the broken front panel cooled the interior of the cabin extreme. Kael had come down again, his face and his clothes were sprayed with ash-colored mud and the blue liquid of the drones, but he looked unharmed. He sat vigilant on the passenger seat, the rifle on his knees, the green eyes stared in the endless darkness before us. “That was not a relic of the Old World,” Kael finally broke the silence. ‘That was Evolution. A combination of biology and machine code, which Consortium must have been created.” “A virus that has manifested itself physically,” Silas murmured thoughtfully, which The face of the weak blue light of his pad illuminates. “And it was hungry. It has no technology collected, it consumed it.” “I hope that Bunker Theta has enough thick doors to get this thing to keep outside,” I said and wrapped the steering wheel tighter. The terrain before us changed. The flat ash
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