Reborn, Pregnant, and Plotting
The stall itself looked pitiful, all thin metal legs and faded panels, with a crooked shade attached to the top and a display showing nutrient packs, reused containers, water cartridges, dried tablets, and gray liquid meals nobody with real options would choose.
The robot moved stiffly, one arm jerking every time it reached for a product, as if even the machine had been dumped here after people decided it was no longer worth repairing. Around it stood a few scattered crates, some stacked, some broken, and beyond it Vera could see more structures hidden between the trash hills, little shelters patched together from metal, tarp, panels, and luck.
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