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The small outdoor patio was bathed in the light of early evening, a warm, golden glow that fell upon square tables with colourful tablecloths. A human-shaped robot came walking through on metal legs, carrying a tray of drinks and setting them down in front of three women who sat laughing and talking.
Across the street, a building that looked like a cone with the top sawed off stood proudly with a garden on its roof. The windows that encircled each of its seven floors looked in on apartments, though some had the shades drawn.
Ben knew when Jack called him up in the middle of the day that something wasn't quite right. It wasn't that his buddy didn't like to socialize in the daytime, but lately, Jack had buried himself in his work. Probably out of some sad attempt to take his mind off hi
