***I have been analyzing your new crew members, Major. A most interesting group of humans***
Winger put the slate down. He had long ago learned to trust Doc II’s ‘instincts’, if a nanoscale assembler could be said to have instincts.
“And just what have you concluded, Doc?”
There were chirps and screeches over the quantum circuit. Winger knew what that meant. It was like a dog barking to go outside. With a sigh, he cycled open the containment capsule on his web belt. When the port was open, there was a slight sting, then a faint whoosh of air. Doc II had exited containment and was grabbing atoms even as he watched. A faint glow erupted in the air over Winger’s head. The assembler master was gathering a small horde.
***Thanks, Major…we assemblers are so much happier out of containment…you don’t seem to spend any time all cooped up like me***
Winger ignored the jibe. “You had something for me, Doc--?”