Chris in the face as he did so. When he could take in no more smoke, he flicked the cigarette out the window.
       “Disgusting habit.”
       “Yeah, I know, robot. You’ll have to help me download some kind of anti-smoking protocol. I know you have one.”
       They exited the highway, and the car’s heads-up display began plotting their course in curt audio snippets.
       The town, now host to the Musée, was an old community just inside the border of Section Four. White Victorian homes, small dirt driveways, and a farmer’s market, it nestled in the bosom of an ancient forest. It was the kind of sector that could make one forget that they were still w...

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