“I’m getting better at hiking,” he told Chip. Besides, he knew exactly where he was going, and that certainty kept him walking late into the evening. Every day that passed was another day Mom spent trapped under the steel dome of Suburb HM1. Martin couldn’t wait to get her out of there. He made only one detour. He had left his favorite sweatshirt in his school backpack at the camp he had shared with Hertz, the blue-eyed outdoorsman bot who had tried to adopt Martin’s quest as his own. When Martin saw the high, bare knob of Hertz’s hill rising in the distance, he paused to consult with his dog. “It’s chilly in the mornings. I could really use that sweatshirt. It’s not that far, and we could take a shortcut through the fields back to the packet line.” Chip crouched down and tucked his tail between his legs. “Don’t be silly!” Martin scolded. “Hertz can’t get you anymore. He’s nothing but a big wad of silver Jell-O. The reset chip is keeping him that way, and it’s not like he can do anything about it.”
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