The Dept Units of the Fab

depot 12 spent an increasing amount of time in sleepmo two solar rays had malfunctioned. With those off line, the a m c s insisted the depot units conserve energy. When it woke, 12 sometimes found itself blooting into memory files, its censor data suppressed along with instructions from the m c s. It would see walter, young and clean shaven, pointing and smiling. Then the empty clean room would come back, the quiet machines keeping watch over their own shadows. One day, depotro woke to silence. No whish of air cycling through the ventilation ducks, no metronomic clicking from the charging stations. The emergency lights used. They'd lost power. Walter was