We walked back for miles, me and him. Sun was up, my body and mind were numb with pain. Chirp core hung loosely in a compartment on my utility belt.
The Cube technology was gone. It must have been destroyed in the nuclear blast. That was too bad. But I had other serious considerations. One, I was out of food.
The jerky meat was almost gone. Two, I had no water. It had been at least two days since my last drink. True, Chirpy was alive- but inoperative and only a CPU core lounging around my belt. That left me snow-blind. He was my communications hub, my early warning detector, my navigator, repository of my memories, and of course, my best friend. Without him, the Land-of-the-Dead became even harsher.