“That picket… fence. Something’s wrong with it.” He continues to stare. “Really *wrong*.” Standing with feet bare in the snow, it was the first time Mr. Gold, Mr. Has Everything, noticed that his perfect world he had created for himself through hard work and supreme effort was breaking down.
The worst was yet to come.
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“Status report, Wheeler,” says team captain Baker Bloch. “Where is the cat now?”
“Well,” says Wheeler to his left, breaking away from staring at herself in a black mirror long enough to glance behind him at the screen. “Looks like she’s here.” Then back to the mirror.
Baker doesn’t need to turn and look behind. His eyes are Wheeler’s and visa versa. Same with Newt on the other side of Baker here. The great triumvirate of Self, kind of like Me, Myself and I.
Grassy Noll sitting opposite them in the scene remains a hot red square of anger. What about me me ME? he fumes.
And where is (blog guru) Hucka Doobie in all this, sort of the original AI? Me too? Obviously, I answer myself. tbc
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