The Narrator Escapes

It must have been the dog-beam that disrupted the marauder I was using to crack open that abandoned hotel. I lay for a while immobile but freed from the biological shackles that tied me to the machine. Organic systems don't fair well when dogs are in the area. Steering it towards one of the many locations of the Mesh had been an enormous strain. Add to that the draining effect of the controls and I was pleased to be able to count up my physical features and get the right number. It was growing dark outside. I had to get well away from this thing before the Reps cleaned up the streets.