“I must have been set up. Don’t you dare accuse me for something I haven’t done, Damon!” Regis’s voice almost crack as he pleaded with me.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I continued interrogating the questionably honorable mayor. “Who. Changed. The. Plans.” I slowly enunciated every word as coldly as I could that could give polar bears hypothermia.
“I’m not sure…I hope it’s not GA-Alpha.” He quietly replied to me.
I wanted to believe him, but I believed that a robot ascending beyond his masters to be laughable if I had the well being to even laugh at all.
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