Project Epsilon

[Osilon]

Jasmine watched from her seat from the control room of the hangar. Machines scuttled around below, miniature drones suited for finding the weakspots, and repairing the larger drones, to large, slow lifters. Usually, all these machines would bear pilots and controllers, but the only thing in place of a cockpit, on each, was the uniform red lens. Hex5 was learning all of these machines, controlling them all at once as he...it...worked on the task assigned to him. That is, clearing out the remains of the hangar. When the shifting asteroid crushed the hangar doors closed, the damage caused was severe- first from decompression, and then from structural collapse as the supports weakened. As such, the larger portion of the massive hangar was buried under piles and piles of rubble.
A flash lit the room up once again as one of the cutter bots, armed with large cutting and welding lasers, burned through a metal sheet. A lifter moved in almost immediately, clamping down on it with a leg and dragging it back from the wreckage.
"Hex5, what is the progress on the cleanup?" Jasmine mumbled, watching the multitude of mechanical designs that the intelligence had designed from just the information Jasmine had given it.
"Progress is currently at seven percent. Progress is optimal to prevent absolute collapse. Hex responded, the red orb appearing next to Jasmine and imitating her, watching the progress even though it could see from every viewpoint.
Jasmine nodded, resting back. She looked up at the top deck, watching the elevator slide away into the darkness.
"Well then. I guess I should get ready for our guests to arrive." She muttered to herself, her crimson eyes still affixed on the swarm below.

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