Chapter 5I signaled my squad toward thebarricades. By the time I looked over the damaged shuttles, most ofthe gold robots had stopped walking, at least toward the ocean.Dozens lay on the ground. Some broken into pieces. Some withoutarmsor legs or heads. The astonishing thing about a robot army is thereis no smell of death. No blood. No cries of anguish.
If a human army had been before us,blood would have covered the ground. Dying men would be moaning.Thisbattle was aseptic. The only sound was the odd whirling of a brokenmachine. The only red were the sparks coming from the blasted bellyof a robot. I saw my first sergeant leading a dozen Raiders ontothebattlefield.
“Rab, see if you can find a gold guyalive, so to speak. Let’s talk to him.”
“OK, we should be able to run onedown.”
Higgins
