"Is everyone ok?" was Mark's first question once he woke up. Mech-x had landed on its back in a field miles outside of town. Spyder grunted something, but it was lost on Mark as soon as he saw Ryan's limp form hanging suspended in the control harness. Mark unclipped him and dragged him to a flatter floor. He wasn't waking up and Mark was scared.
"We need a doctor. Now!" Mark shouted. No One said anything. Harris was sitting up against the wall he'd slammed into and Spyder was leaning over him with a trickle of red matting his hair.
Looking at the robot up-close, all I could think of was wow. It was enormous. But there were no lights on, no movement. I wondered if it was dead? Could robots die? I could fix people - not robots.
Suddenly, with a hiss, the bottom of one foot opened. Out ran the kid from the classroom. What was he doing here?
"Hey!" I shouted, waving and running up to him. His hat was skewed and his eyes and nose were red as though he might start crying.
"Wha-?" He stopped in front of me.
"What's going on? Who are you? And what is all this?" I demanded gesturing towards the robot.
"Sorry, gotta get help!" He pushed past me.
"Wait, what's wrong?"
"My best friend's dying!" He choked out. Dying?
"Where? I can help." He looked at me for the first time really looked at me as though sizing me up. "The closest house is half a mile away. I know, I biked. Please, let me help."