Petrova caught a glimpse of something wriggling in the corner of her vision, just at the periphery. Not one of the robots, not a holoscreen flashing into existence. She turned her head slightly and saw the torn remnants of her spacesuit sitting in a heap in one corner of the workshop. One of the pockets of the suit was… wriggling? Pulsing?
Chekhov's Mini-Rapscallion? 🤣
