“Well…” the synth began, “it’s been going on and off for the past two days. We set up recordings, but we picked up nothing, even on the microwave or ultraviolet spectrums. We figured that it could be nanoswarms, given that our guardian swarms were shortly destroyed the next day.”<br/><br/>Peña affirmatively nodded. “We’ll get to the bottom of it. Mind if we take a look around?”<br/><br/>“Be my guest.”<br/><br/>There wasn’t much to see on the outside. The supply station held a variety of everyday tools and technology for maintenance, although the nanoswarm canisters were curiously empty.<br/><br/>“They were either stolen or disassembled somehow. Our guardian swarm was the first to go.”<br/><br/>Peña pulled out a handheld device. Emitting a spectral light over the canisters, the mobile lab returned a result.<br/><br/>She shook her head. “Getting nothing but oxygen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen, and scattered bits of broken nanos.”<br/><br/>Lowering her specs, she looked on over at the broken pump. “Hmmm, I think I’ll give them a hand, Jeanette. But maybe after we go inside and interview the others first.”<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/E8GAoPK.jpg?1)</div><br/><br/>Moving on to the residential domes, Jeanette and Peña encountered 4 other synths inside. Two were sorting through tools and counting up all manner of equipment to ensure nothing else was missing, while one stood guard at the dome’s exits. That one carried a fletchetter shredder, and the placement of their digit on the trigger finger in spite of no obvious target spoke to the fact that they were untrained and on edge. The fourth laborer manned a half-dozen blobjects (smooth ovoid ceramics with soft colors that were ubiquitous design for personal handheld technology) emitting transparent screens. Letters and numbers ran by as dozens of lines of code. The robotic head darted from one screen to the next, in search of some anomaly that they apparently have yet to find.<br/>