The air was cold, damp and smelled too strongly of dirt for Marbles, who much preferred the atmosphere of a sterile lab and the omnipresent odor of chemical cleaners. It had been a week since he'd even had a decent meal, let alone encountered any signs of civilization.
Such ideal surroundings were far from a possibility at the moment, though. The technician was on the trail of a lead. And as much as he longed to return to the temperature regulated corridors of Control Central, he could only hold the image of his home as a distant oasis in his mind. A final destination, once all was said and done.
No matter how many years passed from the day that had changed their futures forever, Marbles kept a stoic optimism that few others in his place would have been capable of. Every bit as stubborn and dogged as the creations which had turned against them, Motherboard had confided once.
Perhaps there was a bit of truth to that. With the number of times Hacker had shown up in the past to thwart him, maybe the only way to bring it all to an end would be a total file deletion. The thought caused Marbles to purse his lips.
No. That was utterly out of the question.