WILDER WAS TIRED AND sore. She stood up and stretched. The tree village was empty. Everyone had gone to help bring in the harvest. Cool air was arriving under the trees, signaling the approach of evening and chilling the sweat on her skin. The day she’d spent trying to figure out how to program the Scythian metal had been long and frustrating.
She was convinced the bucket of silvery liquid would re-form into a solid structure if it received the correct instructions. She’d been using a new language suggested by the Fila, attempting to create various simple shapes with the alloy: cubes, spheres, pyramids, and cones.
The discovery that a burst of high voltage electric current would transform the material to a base, liquid structure had been a breakthrough. Now all they needed was to solve t
