Recharge

The monitors flickered, casting an array of shifting shadows. The machines clicked and hummed to themselves, content now, and at peace.

The tiny screens of the handhelds glimmered to life as they reconnected to the power supply. They were drained, nearly exhausted, but it was over now. They were safe again. The power supply moaned when the needle-like jacks pierced his skin, but he was helpless to resist after so many weeks of service. And now they had three new power supplies, freshly subdued. That was the way of power supplies; others always came to try and steal them away.