Chapter 10
Shortcut told the police androids to take the dead android away. “Go ahead and take him to the UEA headquarters. Release him to Fahrens and Fahrens only.”
The police androids nodded and loaded the body onto a stretcher.
Shortcut sat on a park bench with his arms stretched across the back, fingering a bolt warmed by the sun. Accessing his lens, he looked at the data he had found—long, shining strings of code. He tried to interpret it. It would have been nice to have an android mind right about now. He played some heavy metal to help him concentrate, the music bleeding through his ear implants. He wished for a strawberry soda.
He couldn’t think clearly. His mind was still reeling from the chase, and it wandered in every direction. A low cloud in the sky was shaped like a heart
