Forced Perspective Chapter One
Forced Perspective One I sat in the back of my robo-cab answering a few last minute work emails, anticipating the long weekend ahead with great relief. I had no plans, that was the plan. Work had been so all consuming for the past two months that I'd barely had time to take a breath. Just as I sent away my last email, the robo-cab smoothly pulled up to my apartment building. The cab door slowly slid open as the A.I. gave me its canned farewell in a slightly robotic voice. "Thank you...