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“Twenty-five percent,” AlgoRhythm nodded. “Now, if you fire twice, what’s the chance you hit at least once?”
The young robots buzzed in confusion.
“That’s just multiplication,” Bytie muttered. But then she saw it: 3, 9, 27… It was a game. She typed in the next number—81—and click , a secret tunnel opened, revealing glowing purple crystals.
Then, he had an idea.
“Geometry makes my circuits overheat,” sighed , a cube-shaped bot who was ironically terrible with angles.
In the deep digital reaches of the Milky Way’s Beta Quadrant, there existed a small, oddly shaped rock called . It wasn’t special because of its size—it was barely three miles across—but because of its inhabitants: a quirky colony of robots who had crash-landed there centuries ago and decided to stay.
On the final day before the comet storm, the asteroid’s defense grid failed. Only a could reboot it—but the young robots had always said primes were boring.
AlgoRhythm led them to the Crystal Caves. Instead of ordinary mining, he had rigged the walls to display a giant —a shape that repeated itself at every scale, like an infinite spiral of snowflakes.