When the colony’s search lights finally found them, Diana didn't wait for praise. She simply turned her sensors back to the horizon. There was a sandstorm brewing, and the panels needed to be clear.
Diana couldn't carry the girl, so she became a beacon. She projected a holographic path onto the sand, a bright blue trail leading straight back to the colony gates. She hovered just a few feet ahead, pausing whenever the girl stumbled, chirping encouragingly with a sound like a wind chime.
One sweltering afternoon, Diana detected a heat signature that didn't belong. It wasn't a malfunctioning panel or a desert fox. It was a small, shivering child huddled in the shadow of a cooling tower. The girl had wandered away from the colony’s edge, lost in the shifting sands.
She descended, her cooling fans humming a gentle, rhythmic tune. She didn't have a voice, but she had lights. She pulsed a warm, soft amber—the universal signal for "safety." The girl looked up, eyes wide with fear, but the steady, golden glow calmed her.
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