As the sun dips, Asha records a simple entry into Supporter V8's memory: "We teach them better today. Tomorrow we teach them how to share shade."

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"Status?" she asks.

The nearest Animo pauses, its carapace catching the signal. Instead of advancing, it tilts its head, antennas quivering. The hum drops half a tone; the group coalesces into a hesitant ring.

She steps forward, sliding a palm along the Supporter V8’s flank. The rover releases a low chime; the Animo emit synchronized clicks that sound almost like agreement.