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Karen drew her face away from the optic reader to the left of her apartment building door, and the door slid open without a sound. Charles, the security-bot, smiled at the two women.
“Good evening Detective Inspector. Might I request the name of your friend, please? For the records, you understand.”
Coppélia glanced towards the elevator and turned back to the security droid.
“Coppélia Schindler.”
“Thank you, Miss Schindler.”
All the best apartment blocks had security droids on duty, although, to be honest, they were little more than automated versions of the human doormen that were common at the entrances of high-end establishments a few decades prior. The optic reader that disengaged the door lock was more help than the droids in safeguarding the buildings, although the droids did
