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Marquette, Michigan
April 8th 2035
Janá let the vintage Ford Bronco drive itself back to the lab while she surreptitiously studied the young Chinese-American woman next to her. Sue Lynn was eight inches shorter and had a slight build. She looked more like a cello player with a symphonic orchestra than a heavyweight in the AI field. As drunk as she was, though, Janá didn’t make the mistake of thinking she could take her easily. Something about Sue Lynn shouted at her to be leery. Maybe it was the way the woman carried herself, as if ready to pounce at the right moment. Plus, she didn't act as drunk as she should be after tossing back all the vodka she consumed.
As they approached the lab, a spring squall whipped up on Lake Superior and pushed inland. The guards at the gate leaned int
