Just as all “big things” happen, there was no preface, no hints, at what perception-altering event lay ahead. One moment the dry, dusty emptiness of the tunnel system, and then, in a shallow alcove, evidence of an entirely unknown facet of the robots’ existence. The edge of the map had been unfolded to reveal a terrible landscape.
Holding up a hand to shield sensors from glare, the robot paused their traverse of a rocky bluff and gazed out over the plains, washed in the red light of the sunset. In the hazy distance, mysterious structures loomed, a decaying arc of particular interest.