The air in the robotics lab crackled with a silence thicker than usual. Even the whirring of cooling fans seemed muted, hushed. Annabelle chewed on her thumbnail, her eyes glued to the newsfeed projected on the wall. Jagged red letters screamed: "MINING BOTS MALFUNCTION – TRAPPED WORKERS!" Below, a live feed showed the entrance to the Xylos Mines, a gaping maw of darkness swallowing the hopes of...
