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Having apparently learned absolutely nothing from her struggle to walk up a hill in the summer heat, Echo slowly makes her way across the vast desert, already beginning to feel exhaustion settle into her circuits. She had a feeling that this was a bad idea even before she departed, but for one reason or another, a bunch of other Amicabots and Nauticavas had decided to go out on desert explorations recently, and… well, it’s not like Echo had anything else goi...

Echo pants with effort as she trudges up the grassy hill, primarily focusing on simply putting one foot in front of the other. She just has to get up this slope, then the hardest part of her walk home is over… but man, whose idea was it to put this hill here? In the summer heat? So incredibly rude. At least it’s starting to cool down… now that the sun is slowly starting to set. Which means the grey Amicabot is in for a whole summer of days that wear her do...

Echo dawdles behind the shiny blue Giant Isobot as they scuttle slowly through the sand, leaving countless tiny footsteps in their wake. The grey Amicabot makes a game of following their narrow trail, and her much larger footsteps practically annihilate Tetra’s tracks. Apparently, at some point before Echo got woken up, Amicabots managed to domesticate these huge, robotic isopods. She’s not complaining, but part of her does wonder if there was ever an equiva...

Echo grumbles under her breath as she tries to shove the long fur of her tail into a protective, watertight sleeve; or at least, it will be watertight once she manages to connect it to the joint at the base of her tail. Keeping all that fur loose will only hinder her where she’s going, deep below the surface of the ocean. Apparently, there’s been radio transmissions coming from down there… and the grey Amicabot doesn’t ...

Standing in a corner of the Upgrade Shop, Echo furrows her brows as she runs her padded fingers across a roll of rainbow faux fur; the material is remarkably similar to that which adorns her face and tail, but a little softer, and obviously far brighter in colour than her own grey fur. Since it’s softer, could that mean it was manufactured more recently? Or was it salvaged just like Echo was, and simply kept in better condition? She supposes she’ll never kno...