She was still a little groggy in spite of two large mugs of strong coffee. When she opened the door of her apartment, she woke up fast. Her own face stared back at her from the front page of the Herald. She was not alone in the photo. Vincent was on her shoulder, looking like an adorable ball of badly wrapped yarn in a red beret. Cruz was also in the picture. He looked like he always did, the chief hit man in charge. “Looks like we’re famous, again, Vincent. Just like the old days when we sued Amber Inc.” Vincent made chirpy sounds and peered out of the partially unzipped gym bag that she used to carry her meditation gear. He showed no interest in the newspaper. She scanned the headline and read the story with a rising sense of unease. CRISIS DRAWS NEW AI SECURITY CEO An emergency at a recently discovered alien ruin in the underground rain forest brought the new CEO of Amber Inc.’s security division to the scene. Cruz Sweetwater was accompanied by Lyra Dore, who recently dropped a lawsuit she had brought against Amber Inc.
