Two
As Grace stepped out of the building and onto the brightly lit street, a surreal sensation of non-reality washed over her. This was like a dream. This wasn’t happening. Why in the world would someone believe she’d committed a crime?
“We have to keep moving,” Heron said. He was staying close to her side, his arm hooked with hers. It was his momentum, more than hers, that kept them moving forward. “They’re tracking AI, aren’t they? They’ll follow you wherever you go until I can erase your bio-signature.”
Her steps faltered. “Erase my bio-signature? Heron, we’re not criminals.”
“You’re not,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her into the flow of foot traffic. “I break at least five laws before breakfast every day.”
Her heart hammered in her chest, the oblivion of her mind stammeri
