1Marcus walked head down to avoid the curious stares his tats frequently got from passersby on the pedestrian track. It wasn’t that he harbored concerns about being judged for his ink, he just didn’t want to make the awkward connection of locking gazes. He hated people noticing his used and abused clothing, but it covered what needed covering and let him blend into crowds.
Eric would say his social skills needed some work after the restoration…and his friend was probably right. He felt relieved when he finally walked into Rachel’s apartment building, which was practically next door to Norton Industries. Now he could stop thinking about it altogether.
Even though he visited the location daily, the barely sentient AI bot sitting behind the welcome desk always treated him like he’d never se
