e was up. The driver was a si

ther seats were vast, swallowing her whol

pocket. She pulled it ou

, mute. Try not to

isco blurred past. The fog was rolling in, swallowing the Golden Gate Bridge. She w

of a black monolith of

nt. When the doors opened directly in

ing. And it

ceiling glass, black metal fixtures. There were no photos. No rug

. She took a step toward the ma

beep-

the wall. A synthetic voice, far mo

access. Zone

back. She clutched

toward t

orized

toward t

orized

ly place the house didn't yell at her. She sat there as the sun went down, and

the front doo

is tie was undone, hanging loose around h

rk lump on his sofa. He frown

Fifty p

hed in a sof

"Why are you sit

e opened her mouth, but the familiar clamp was there

r. Then, a cruel smi

d. "Right. V

. Lights, temperature, locks, kitchen appliances. All voice-activated. And it's keye

idn't look at her, but she

t responded to his command. "I value my privacy. If you're hungry, figure it out. If y

f heat in her chest. Ange

rom the coffee table. S

ed a

the paper a

idn't take it. He just gest

n the left. Do

back on her an

n the hall. She found

t room. It ha

sheets. No pillows. Just woo

me. She heard Florian's footsteps retreating to th

She curled up on the hard wooden sl