Pragmata is the gimmicky gift that keeps on giving. I keep one eye on my hacking matrix at all times, the other on the renegade robot foes slowly closing in. An aerial attacker locks onto me, priming its laser beams, and I dodge out of the way at the very last moment. I can't fight back yet. Not without hacking the robots first, bashing the face buttons on my DualSense to plot a path to a green completion node before I get blasted to pieces.
Some nodes I pass through cause the machines to overheat. Others open them up to a devastating critical shot, complete with arcade-y slow-motion animations as damage numbers explode overhead. But none of it would be possible without a small android child who's turned the back of my space suit into her very own sniper's nest, and she's really the star of the show.
