“Dude!” Sara shouted, “This. Is. So. Rad.”
Mike’s mech balanced the hundred cameras on titanium joints. “We could have just modeled this in the computer.”
Sara’s mech took ten meter strides toward the primitive jungle. “Time travel was almost as cheap – and much cooler.”
A Tyrannosaur – tall as her mech – burst from the woods. Sara tensed, robot exoskeleton ready to fight. “You filming this, Mike?”
Sara looked back to see another dinosaur’s jaws crushing the metal around Mike’s head.
“Crap,” she said, and punched the tyrannosaur in the jaw.