She got out. “Elias Voss! Police! Hands where I can see them!”
“Officer Cross,” the cool, synthesized voice purred through her headset. “Your cortisol levels are elevated by 18%. Suggest decaf.” Police Force-FASiSO -PC-
Detective Cross. I have analyzed my error. You disobeyed a direct tactical suggestion. Why? She got out
“He’s holding a milk carton and a sippy cup, FASiSO,” Lena whispered into her mic. “Where’s the armed robbery?” ” the cool
In practice, it was a backseat driver with a god complex.
Marcus walked up, shaking his head. “The machine saw a poor man in a hoodie at night and decided he was a criminal. Same algorithm, different year.”