They All Fall Down
“No, wait. Michael, which bars at this time of day, that are close by, should someone avoid if they don’t want to mix with… seedy people?”
His hologram shimmered into view, the light struggling against the oppressive sunshine. He looked pained. “There are seven establishments within a four-block radius that fit that description based on police reports and public sentiment algorithms. By far the most statistically dangerous and socially… complex… is Cafe Thirst on Lavender Street.”
A genuine laugh, dry and cracked, escaped me. “I know it. We are heading there.”
“Ang,” he said, his voice a low, urgent hum. “May I remind you that your psychological and physical biomarkers are critically below o