Good news: the bots weren't actively chasing us anymore.
Bad news: they were still watching. And probably plotting. And, oh yeah, we still had no idea how to stop them.
Mason was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you think, Yeah, this guy is definitely sitting on some world-ending information he doesn't want to share. So, obviously, I asked.
"What happened to your dad?"
Mason hesitated, and I swear I could hear the dramatic movie trailer music playing in the background. "He thought he could put a stop to it. But he was wrong. Zeta wasn't some bloody defense system; it was a weapon. And now… it's just waiting for someone daft enough to set it off."
Okay. Not creepy at all. "Activate it? What does that even mean?"
Mason looked at me, his voice barely above a whisper. "It means they need me to finish it."
Awesome. Just what I wanted to hear. That the bad guys needed my best friend to push the big red doomsday button.