busybee comics

[[An oracle and 9275 are walking through the park. There are a number of onlookers behind them, watching the hub's plasma trail deplete.]]

Oracle: Mistress?

Oracle: What happened?

9275: I do not know.

9275: Unity seems to have lost power. My sisters have gone silent.

[[The park-goers turn toward the oracle, looking angry]]

9275: You must carry me.

Oracle: To where?

9275: Anywhere but here.