Caption: She whirled, reaching for the fire extinguisher to one side.---Never doubting her precise memory. Full of refrigereated carbon dioxide, it would fit her evolving plans perfectly.Caption: Despite Smith's raising the temperature, the metal's still cool. The cooling Carbon Dioxide makes the steps---slippery. When beautifully-shaped machines---weighing a quarter ton--try to climb them--

Caption: --They slip and fall quite comicly. Of course, she can't see this---but the clank of metal against floor, or metal against metal---tells her how well her plan worked.Caption: Sooner or later, though, they'll reach her---even if they have to climb over fallen 'sisters'. So she hefted her staff...aiming it---despite pitch blackness...guided by memory alone.

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