Not in words. In a sequence of thumps, each one distinct, like syllables in a language of earthquakes. The vibrations traveled through the rock, through their suits, through their bones. And somehow, impossibly, Kael understood.
Thump. Thump. Thump-thump.
The machine never walked. It never had to. Its thumps traveled through stone, through lies, through the very foundation of Aethelburg. And one by one, the colony began to listen. ThumperTM
Kael snorted. “It’s a mining tool, Mira. It doesn’t walk. It’s bolted to a rail system.” Not in words