NARRATOR: Aleph Fabbery: over the course of eight days Kevyn, Pi, Ennesby, and Ebby crank out prototypes.
NARRATOR: Their creations range from broadly utilitarian modules like sensor arrays to narrow-mindedly lethal things like limpet mines.
NARRATOR: The balance of the platoon rotates through a pleasantly boring guard duty.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile, Lota's army of musically-adept "Burana-bots" installs evacuation components deep in Credomar's twisty bowels.
NARRATOR: If this were twenty-second century holo-cinema the sequence would be edited with cuts at Fibonacci-numbered intervals, set to micro-tonal, neo-sanskrit prosody.
NARRATOR: If this were twentieth-century television the montage would be cut to the beat of a rock ballad.
NARRATOR: And if this were a Broadway musical, members of the cast would periodically burst into song accompanied by dancing strangers.
BOT 1: *singing* Now these points of data make a beautiful line!
BOT 2: *singing* And we're out of beta! We're releasing on time!