100 Words: PKD, Freelance Detective
“So this… android… You think it killed one of your employees and has taken their place?”
He’s fidgeting with the cigarette I offered him earlier: “It got loose from the lab last night. It’s programmed to mimic individuals perfectly… but it only knows my team right now.”
I glance at my notes. When did I start hating being a cop? I look up again: “You know you’ve had that smoke for four minutes but you haven’t drawn a real breath even once?”
His brow furrows. Then he lunges, but my gun is already out and the safety is always off.
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For consideration: "But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke / the same cigarettes as me."
He’s fidgeting with the cigarette I offered him earlier: “It got loose from the lab last night. It’s programmed to mimic individuals perfectly… but it only knows my team right now.”
I glance at my notes. When did I start hating being a cop? I look up again: “You know you’ve had that smoke for four minutes but you haven’t drawn a real breath even once?”
His brow furrows. Then he lunges, but my gun is already out and the safety is always off.
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For consideration: "But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke / the same cigarettes as me."