From atop the hill, through a break in the trees, he could see the looming forest of metal and concrete and glass. He hadn't been this close in forever. He made his way down through the brush to the edge, to the Wall.
The construction automatics built right up to the limit of their reach. If the suppression field waned for even a moment they would push further in, laying foundation, extending maglev track, unspooling fiber optics.
There were open computer access ports, mindlessly installed facing outward, blinking 'ready'. He moved along the Wall, stuffing dirt and leaves into them.