***Sounding ahead…phenomena now at ten thousand microns…detecting pressure drop ahead…recommend we hold position here***
Good idea, Winger thought. Let’s reconnoiter a bit, fly along the perimeter. He gave the commands and Doc made the course correction. He didn’t have a view of what Doc saw other than the acoustic image, since he’d come back to macro size. His own sensors told a similar story.
Whatever it was, it was less than ten meters away and already, the turbulence was picking up. He notched his suit propulsors up a bit, feeling the current pulling them toward the whirlpools.
The maelstrom seemed to be growing stronger. “Doc, I think we’d better pull back and go at this from a different angle—“Visually, there wasn’t much to see. The ocean was black and featureless. Occasional pinpricks and flashes of light were the only evidence he was inside a swarm of bots…flashes of light as EUROTOP bots grabbed atoms and built structure to maintain position and integrity.
This current is getting stronger, he told himself. “Doc, maybe you’d better get inside—I’ve got a bad feeling…I’m cycling open my port…come about and make ready for capture.”