“It’s fine,” Travis called up from below. “It’s all fine. There are no problems down—” One of the construct’s arms popped off and went sailing over the rail with the thrum of a spring being violently unsprung. “It’s fine,” Travis called up again. “On an unrelated note, Farrah, could you wash down the construct from the green canister? Nothing dangerous is happening down here, but doing so very very quickly would be appreciated.” Everyone moved away from the construct that was now swaying on its feet.
