I opened my eyes, only to find myself surrounded (and half buried) in debris and shrapnel.
To my left lay Dianne, in the same state, attempting to protect Jack, despite realizing the uselessness of the act.
I looked out at the ruins of the lab, and at the obliterated robots lying there.
But it was a hollow victory.
Who can fully appreciate a victory, with the death of a close friend still ringing in your head?
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