Connectivity

"Scanning," it said. Arthur waited. "Clear," the robot reported, stepping forward (ahead of him). "Connectivity is unstable at 12 fillions and will be lost entirely at 18.75 fillions." "You will protect yourself and secure your position at 11 fillions," he instructed. "I will proceed and return to join you by solar apex." "Caution; connectivity will be lost entirely at 18.75 fillions in this direction," the robot warned him, repeating its findings. "Understood," Arthur replied (with an edge of glee in his voice), and moved steadily on - to peace and quiet ... to a day remarkably analog.