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Marquette, Michigan
April 9th 2035
Zhang stared the tiny Chinese woman, unable to comprehend her actions. He opened his mouth to ask the question, when she started laughing hysterically.
“You should see your face,” she cried and laughed harder. “You don’t understand humans. Never will.”
She kept roaring until Zhang squeezed her neck and broke it. He tossed her limp body onto the floor and left the drone. He could sense the brain calling to him.
He swung through the hole in dock without the aid of the rope and landed on the main girder with the ease of a practiced acrobat. He swiftly oriented himself to the area where he last “heard” the synthetic brain fall. Using his integrated night vision, he swept the area in a systematic grid search. He wondered briefly if the brain had falle
