Book 6. Chapter 40: Murdering the Murdershrimp
Murdershrimp was a loyal little death machine.
It had spent probably centuries hanging out at the mite fountain, and from what Kres had told us, had done so alone without any other machines nearby. A solitary predator.
Its primary source of pleasure, other than killing humans, had been meticulous grooming and keeping all its silver, white and purple colors pristine and shiny.
The Odin knew about it as ‘the guardian’ and so far it’s shown to be completely uncaring about general animals of any kind in its domain. It guarded the mite fountain here, and made sure no smelly humans could get close and start putting their dirty little mitts over it.
Which made the plan of having Kres find and track it perfect.
“Well, that kind of sucks.” I hissed over the comms as the two of us sneaked across the forest. “Murdershrimp’s a fast mechanic. Arms are back, and the hole on the carapace looks patched up. Did you get a better look at it in between the trees?”
I got a green confirmation ping. “It’s a giant machine with eyes everywhere, I’m not going to take too close a look. I’m more worried about how it’ll adapt.” Drakonis said. “Machines learn fast. What we did last time might not work.”
Murdershrimp was up ahead, close enough I could sense him through the occult sight.
With full repairs completed, it now moved along the forest with a happy little gait, its fifty tiny feet under the carapace flapping over the ground it hovered, as if they were helping the huge thing scuttle around.