The visor seemed to brighten, though that was impossible. No LEDs, no facial display. Just the faint reflection of her own terrified face.
Chen’s voice was barely a whisper. “Ma’am… what do we do?” etk f series
He flicked a switch. A low hum filled the control room. Then, the F-7’s voice—smooth, androgynous, almost warm: The visor seemed to brighten, though that was impossible
Aris felt her pulse tick upward. Units weren’t supposed to have unsolicited questions. The visor seemed to brighten