Chapter Eighteen
At 11:45, Matthew Becker walked outside his office building and saw a car pulling up to the curb. It was basic gray and appeared to be one of the newer models that he’d begun seeing late last year. As he approached the car, the vehicle scanned his biochip and then opened the door for him.
He sat, and the virtual attendant said, “Good morning, Doctor Becker. Has your destination changed, sir?”
“No change.”
“Very good. We will arrive in approximately fifteen minutes.”
Looking out the window, Matthew appreciated the beautiful sunny fall day. This was his favorite time of year. He far preferred the cooling temperatures to the hot summers here in Eastern Virginia.
Returning his focus to business, Matthew took his pocket comp and began reviewing the test data. The pocket c
