Alice limped over as her vision pulsed, blood loss growing. She took Four’s contact device from her top pocket. At her touch, it grew, and she half fell, half leaned, against the hot metal surface of the closest MI and jammed the device against its side. It grew too hot to hold in seconds, her skin blistering. She staggered backward to watch. The diamond corkscrew turned like a drill and drove itself into the brass machine, coils of metal falling to the floor.