Waiting.
He was waiting, and he hated it.
He had become good at waiting-six years in a steel pit, hoping for some eventual release, tended to do that-but that didn't mean he didn't hate it.
KRO was slumped against a wall outside of the Nevada headquarters with Marcus, watching for any signs of an approaching car. The smaller AI nudged his father's ankles. "When's she gonna be here, Dad?"
"Soon," KRO said, sounding rather hoarse. "She will be here soon."
He had become good at waiting-six years in a steel pit, hoping for some eventual release, tended to do that-but that didn't mean he didn't hate it.
KRO was slumped against a wall outside of the Nevada headquarters with Marcus, watching for any signs of an approaching car. The smaller AI nudged his father's ankles. "When's she gonna be here, Dad?"
"Soon," KRO said, sounding rather hoarse. "She will be here soon."