Kat, who had been sent out alone to get more water form the stream in the woods, had been ambushed by a nextbot that had driven her into a corner constructed of bushes.

Knowing the nextbots’ potential of harming her, Kat had instinctively pulled out her pocket knife — but had dropped it and now it was far out of reach.

Once her back hit the brambles of the dense bush wall behind her, Kat buried her face in the grass in fear of what to come next.