Eliana The television mounted on a wall in the restaurant wouldn't shut up. Carl had tried three times, remote pointed at it like a weapon, jabbing the power button with increasing frustration while the press conference played on. Theodore's face filled the screen and the sight of his rather gaunt face tore at my chest. "Piece of shit remote," Carl muttered, giving up. I kept my eyes on the plates I was clearing, stacking them carefully, refusing to look up, at the screen yet his voice boomed from the speakers, filling the restaurant. "Project Lia represents a development in how we approach technology..." My hands are still on a coffee cup. Project Lia? "Hey." Connie appeared at my elbow, her phone already out. "Isn't Lia your name?" "Nickname," I said quietly. "Girl." She grabbed my arm. "He's talking abo
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