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The Story:
The sun was climbing down off the the rooftops, warning her that her dinner meeting was a mile down the road in a few short minutes. But she couldn’t show up with a stained blouse, which was the result of an idiot with a coffee moments earlier.
As she stomped along the sidewalk, looking for a decent clothing store, several holographic ads would activate in front of her, offering various products based on her gender and relative age. Some of them were even smart enough to notice her blouse and direct her to their clothing brand. The robots only offered complimentary items or assistance to shoppers.
“Would you like a peppermint, ma’am? Or perhaps some marijuana to help you relax?”
“No. Move,” she cautioned the ones that tried to step in front of her.
She plowed through the holographic ads until she made it inside a store. There were sample clothing designs set up all around the showroom floor, where shoppers could pick a style and a robot would fetch their size from a heavily secured back room. She thought for a brief moment that she missed the old store layouts, but then, she remembered how disgusting dressing rooms were.
When she had made several steps into the showroom, four armed men ran out of the back room and grabbed her. They threw her into the back and slammed the security door shut.
The leader removed his mask, and her shock morphed into rage.
“You’re that coffee idiot!”
“Shh! Quiet down!”
“Quiet down! You set me up, you little…”
“Miss Lake, I’m your 6pm meeting, which you’re late for by the way, and we’re here to protect you.”
She found his claim hard to believe, considering they had just thrown her into a locked room. But she couldn’t dispute his claim, either.
“Shelby…”
“It’s Miss Lake!”
“Okay, okay. Look, you’re right. You’ve figured out what is probably the only way to take down these corporations. Did you really think they wouldn’t find out? They know everything!”
“So, we couldn’t discuss this over shrimp scampi?”
He became even more serious.
“No, because you would’ve been assassinated before you got there.”
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