At 7:55 PM, the apartment was dark. The city lights hummed outside, a sea of electric blue and magenta. Ava sat on her velvet sofa, the cold metal of the Sentinel’s activation remote heavy in her hand.
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This was the cue. Ava was supposed to scramble back, fumble with the remote, scream, and then activate the drone. The drone would zap the man, he would flee or freeze, and the credits would roll. At 7:55 PM, the apartment was dark
Tick. Tick. Tick.