Malcolm didn’t move for a long while, his mind whirling. It was dark by the time he finally came out of his thoughts. He hesitated to move, then decided to speak with Daya some more, to figure out how their apparent situation was even possible.
He stood and headed out into the front of the store, but Daya was gone. She’d left. Malcolm sighed, shaking his head. It nagged at him to talk to her, but he didn’t know where she was, or even what to say to her.
“How did this become so complicated?”Malcolm grumbled.
He turned to head back into the back room to brood, but a robot blocked his path, specifically the one he’d built to target Maximus. The bot flashed its blue ‘eye’ at it, then headed toward the front door. Malcolm watched it, a bit confused.
“Is Max there?”he asked.
The bot turned, flashing its light twice, a ‘no’. It then waved one of its arms, as if beckoning him to follow.
“You know what way she went,”Malcolm guessed.
A single flash, a ‘yes’. Malcolm chuckled, then moved behind the counter to grab one of his many guns. He already had two stashed on him at all times, but he figured he’d need another at night. Malcolm then followed the bot, and it led him along the path it believed Daya had went. It wasn’t entirely accurate, but they were following the general direction of Daya’s walk.
After a while, Malcolm pulled out one of his guns. He and the bot had entered a questionable area, and he didn’t know what sort of folk lingered around. Hopefully, Daya realized where she’d gone, because Malcolm really didn’t want to save her ass.
