10.0 - Robots and Fiction
[Private to Beatty]
[A computerized voice, soothing and androgynous, reads the following line:]
"NINETY-EIGHT - NINETY-NINE - ONE HUNDRED." Gloria withdrew her chubby little forearm from before her eyes and stood for a moment, wrinkling her nose and blinking in the sunlight.
[For the next five days they will come at random intervals; as distorted but readable images, the soothing voice, a text message. A single sentence at a time, without warning or explanation.]
[A computerized voice, soothing and androgynous, reads the following line:]
"NINETY-EIGHT - NINETY-NINE - ONE HUNDRED." Gloria withdrew her chubby little forearm from before her eyes and stood for a moment, wrinkling her nose and blinking in the sunlight.
[For the next five days they will come at random intervals; as distorted but readable images, the soothing voice, a text message. A single sentence at a time, without warning or explanation.]