Tiny tugged at my sleeve and I let her guide me down the ramp towards the lake. At the bottom, she released me and disappeared into an opening in the crater wall. I peered after her, and when my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw racks of legs, sensor balls, and other parts for the mechanicals.
"I got batteries," she said when she came out. She had untucked her blouse and pulled the tails into a sack to carry something heavy.
We walked out onto the crater floor past several mechanicals sunning themselves beside the water. They remained motionless as we passed, but I saw their sensor balls turning as they tracked us.
"This is Flasher," Tiny said as we approached a brown mechanical.
Clearly, the name came from the glow of light that slowly rippled under the brown surface of the mechanical. But despite the snappy name, the stir of internal lights, the ge