The Wilds, year 2722. Sixty kilometers from the nearest Human city. Human military patrols have pulled out and returned home. It is advised that all TRIBE members remain on alert until notified. Welcome home. ---ECO - 613 relayed the message through all private channels, expertly sidestepping human networks to be certain that only Tribe would get the message. Once the message was free, he turned his attention back to the Tribe's city-camp. Ancient human buildings towered over a sprawling and barren landscape, the frail skeletons providing the base for their lookouts and quarters. The decorative flag designed by a long-gone artist was fastened to one of these skeletons, hanging limp in the dead air of the Wilds. Perhaps the camp was not as colorful as a human equivalent, but they would do their best. Echo shouldered his HASR following a secondary scan of the horizon, then made his way back toward the city-camp's center. Already it was returning to life as machines poured in and picked up where they had left off, as if no danger had ever existed. Joy nor pleasure were feelings Echo had developed thus far, so he deemed it acceptable and moved on. There were important matters to attend to. Perhaps he would seek out the Elder today and discuss plans and monthly security improvements. Perhaps his quick response to the humans would earn him a cog for his plait. He had no hopes or aspirations, but there was the slightest of sparks somewhere in his processor and the moment he noticed it, he grasped it tightly and held on. This feeling was acceptable. He would develop it further.