These were cleaner, slightly larger, and clearly marked with the stars and globe of the SSF, and appeared to be Droids, driving along without anyone at the controls. We all sat in rigid silence, packed into the back, driving along at a stately pace so slow I would have considered it impossible according to my understanding of the physical laws of the fucking universe—we might, I thought, be going backward. Jammed between Grisha and Gall, I was suddenly conscious of how bad I smelled.“What are you waiting for?” Hense suddenly snapped at Gall. “This is the fucking meeting. I don’t have time for anything formal.” Gall grinned, his rubbery face demonic. “Don’t look at me, Janet. I got paid to set up a meet. This is their gig.” He pointed at Grisha. Hense looked at him for a withering second and then turned her dead eyes on me. I did my best to stare back, circuitry for circuitry. Hense always made me feel like I was beneath her. “You’re working for Techies now, Avery?”
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