the smuggler’s bible

Tomomi

Over the long weekend, somebody—Tomomi suspects GLOBOCORP, but HYPERGROUP is also likely—hacked a janitor bot and uploaded some sort of kill routine.

“Wow, what a shambles.” Standing at the big window in the conference room, Tomomi watches shift workers scramble around the factory floor, trying to keep away from the jabbing combi-mop handle modified with what (at this distance) appear to be pieces of a paper shredder.

The bot chops off somebody’s leg, then quickly squeegees the bright red spray off the nearest bank of machines.

“Well, okay,” Tomomi says, “this maybe isn’t as bad as we thought.”