Get ready for a thrilling ride into a future where robots and humans clash for control in RoboNomics, the updated and refreshed version of the 2013 sci-fi classic.
In Toronto, elementary school teacher Andrea Anderson's world crumbles when she's rep...
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I awake with a sharp inhale, unsure of where I am. I stare up at the grey stone ceiling for a long moment before I realize that there's a warm weight on my chest.
I glance down at myself. Chris' blond head is nestled in the hollow of my arm and his body is draped across me like a blanket.
Chris' deep breathing comes to me in waves and I remember. The tingle of across my skin when he touched me, and the ache of longing, resolved at last. The way we collapsed afterwards, without enough energy to even speak as the afterglow drained slowly away.
"Chris," I whisper.
His breath hitches as his head snaps up off me. He blinks slowly as he looks around, then sees me and smiles.
"Good morning," he greets me cheerily.
I don't smile back. "We have to get out of here."
"Wh – why?"
"People will be looking for us."
"People?"
I try not to be impatient with his slow morning thoughts.
"The Movement, my fiancée, the riot squad, our friends? Or maybe the bot that stalked us last night?"
He looks past me. "Might be gone."
He places his hands on either side of the floor where I lay, and then pushes himself up off me. Either though I've seen every part of him now, I instinctively glance away from his nakedness. Then I think to twist, to look a the organ loft, where the red LEDs appeared the night before.
"They're gone," I say aloud.
He's already dressing. I sit up and begin to retrieve my own clothes from the floor, slipping them on as fast as I can and hoping we won't have to talk about it.
When I'm tieing my shoe, I glance at him and see he's ready to go.
"We should double check," I suggest.
He nods and I stand up, skirting the short wall and lean over it to look.
"I don't see anything."
I don't wait for a reply. I descend the staircase to the door, and am about to reach for it when he snatches my hand.
"Wait."
He looks out through the door's window, back and forth in attempt to see if anyone, or anything, is lying in ambush. Then he lets my hand go and grab the handle, unlocking and slowly opening the door just a crack.
Then he stops. I can see that he's listening, but there isn't a sound. Pale dawn light pours into the atrium at the end of the hall. No one is here. No one, likely, is even awake.
