The lab’s voice returned, softer now. “Design team wants to know: what do we call this new driving mode?”
The XDRIVE shuddered. A terrible screech of metal on stone echoed off the ravine walls.
The comms were silent for five long seconds.
Lena sat back, heart hammering.
The front left wheel found a root. The rear right found a buried rock. The arms flexed, lifted the chassis six inches, and the XDRIVE forward like a startled animal. It clawed up the far side of the ravine, shedding clods of mud, and stopped on solid ground.
“Shut up, wheels,” she whispered, and toggled —the one the engineers said was “purely theoretical.”