He put a thumb up to his jaw as he analyzed the malfunction. It could have easily been a broken fan, but both the clutch and the shroud were in stable condition. Water levels weren't under the minimum, as Zack had oddly taught him. Perhaps there was something wrong with the temperature balance? That was always a possibility.
He looked over to the (h/c) haired girl sitting upon the surface of a wooden bench, laughing hysterically with the owner of the garage. As they engaged in conversation, hi
they’d turn on each other. In less time that it took to build these machines people had
found ways to fool them. Automated warfare had become a joke. It was much easier to beam
mis-information at a robot and save the bullet. In our last armed conflict the military
strategists were taught a lesson, we cannot anticipate everything so how could be build
machines who can? But did they learn? No, their solution was to try and build them
smarter. What they missed is that killer androids did not have the ability to physically
adapt to the world around them. These machines would break down in the jungles, would
overheat in the deserts and get trapped in the swamps. In fact, they were better suited
to border patrols on the Homefront and in far regular climates. Machines are only as good
as the people behind them. Are we too arrogant to face this fact?