The false body inhaled black water and stole Caleb's height first.
Its person-shaped interior stood inside the larger chest. Silver color spread over the copy without metal weight.
It opened Caleb's mouth.
"All East Market evacuate west."
The voice carried his exact city-broadcast pressure.
Green arrows turned west toward Central Civic Shelter.
Caleb stood under nine thousand tons with silver beams through his shoulders.
He used no broadcast.
"Local channels verify room before voice," he said to Rina's shelter camera.
East Market answered with separate requests.
The produce hall had sixty-two people above a feeder claw.
The tram clinic had eleven beds cut off by uphill water.
Cold storage had nine workers behind a drain body that wore Tov Ren's voice.
Central Shelter still had six hundred people beneath the false body's final support arm.
Four places.
Four directions.
Caleb released one silver beam from the east slab.
The roof dropped two inches.
