I scrolled through all my notes from all the descriptions I’ve gotten ever since what happened at that gym.
There were descriptions of these human-looking robots with skin-tight clothing.
Now there are ones that look both male or female.
These new ones have some space aged guns almost straight out of comic books.
This is more bizarre than I expected. I had no more excuses. I had to call her even though she wouldn’t want me involved.
I gave her a ring to see if she responds.
“Yes?”
“Is this how you greet people on the phone? This is Inspector Hayes again. I have more news about people abusing your technology, Fatiyyah.”
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