He had his right knee in the mud and his left foot firmly set on a felled branch. He scanned the lake's north bank. Fluorescent-green squares were drawn in irregular patterns above the water's surface. Breathing-in slowly, pulling with his right hand and lifting with his left, he raised a crossbow to his shoulder. He always enjoyed the weight of it. Breathing-out, he aimed a crosshair at one of the displayed bright squares. Feeling the bow's micro-servos adjusting its arrow-bank, he smiled; his latest tweak commits were doing work. His lungs emptied, he pressed the trigger.
That whipped sound woke the forest. Ducks quaked, fish dispersed, frogs jumped-in, and a dog barked in the distance. A line following the arrow's trajectory was drawn in that familiar green, and a loud wood-crack got a few more barks out of that dog. Zooming-in and refilling his lungs, he saw a pair of wings painstakingly try to free themselves and a long neck slowly bend as the lake returned to its usual silence. With a sigh he pushed himself to his feet, strapped his bow to his back, and stretched his arms to the tree-line. His shoulders were not what they used to be.
An aluminium canoe was waiting for him. Jumping in and sitting down with his usual non-grace, he picked up an oar and rowed on a long arch across the lake. Reaching the middle of it, he pulled the oar across his thighs and looked in the water. He remembered when he threw her overboard and the death-stare he got that day. He pulled a steel black keyboard from a pocket in his left forearm and typed-in: "To A: Tu m'manques". I miss you.
He slid the board back in, dropped his oar back in the water, and kept on paddling. As soon as he heard that familiar sound of sand scratching a canoe, he received a: "R: J'm'en fou complètement :p". I certainly don't care :P. He grinned, a wide-as-his-face grin.
She lowered a titanium shovel in the sand and dug up a scoop of white dust, nano-millimetres in diameter. It was lighter and dryer than she expected. Things never felt quite right here, the waves had a green tint she never could quite place and the distant mountains had an other-worldly porous texture to them. She folded her shovel back in it's box, looked up at the closest peak across the tumultuous bay, and booted up her targeting frequencies.
Starting from where the waves broke, a series of fluorescent-green lines and way-points where drawn with a few dives in the water and a long arch around the peaks. It read a 12.1km survey. She fired up her drone-buddy's rockets and it flew upright for a few meters until it dove back down to reach its green guide-lines. She always enjoyed the crazy dance this thing made to hurry back to its trajectories. Data started streaming in, her screens were filled with sulfur levels and spectrometer lines. She would've been overwhelmed but she could've guessed most of what she saw. She gazed at the cloud cover above and it reminded her of the last time she was on a beach.
Back then, she was more aware of her legs and she felt strong winds brush her stomach. She's fond of that touch. Sand slipped between her toes and she listened to the waves. A pair of shoulders and a head covered with sand interrupted her. That boy-eternal, he enjoys his little moments. Interrupted again and brought back to the current stream of geo-data, she receives a: "From :poop_face:: Tu m'manques". I miss you.
She turned her AI on, backed away from her VR set, pushed herself up from the desk-chair, and walked to her tall office windows. Through the tree trunks, she could see slivers of a ripply lake. She pulled down a keyboard on the capacitated glass and typed back: "R: J'm'en fou complètement :p". I certainly don't care :P. She sighed and walked back to the drone waiting for her.