Chapter 7i^3
Yanni was staring at the whiteboard.
He had piled all of the furniture in the next room. His office/lab was empty, except the whiteboard, his notes and the laser. He was wrapped in the blanket, the same one he had before all this madness. He was wearing the glasses on his head.
He was holding the globe in his hand. His blood had left a stain on it.
Two days.
That’s all he had, two days, and then his birthday. Thirty f*****g years old. End of the line. Go back to teaching.
People had died for this. Mr. Andreas, the old woman, M-something she was called. Could be more. Had he any reason to doubt a straight confession from an android?
He could go to the police, tell them anything. He would go straight away.
As soon as he figured out that damn apodeixis.
Didn’t matter if
