Haptic technology. Created for precision work. Surgery. Defusing bombs.
All this technology, the potential for good, yet I’m standing over a body, hanging by its neck in the locked grip of two metal arms; Powerful enough to have made the death far more stomach-churning. I thank the Lord for small mercies.
‘All we have to do was find the remote operator, who could be anywhere in the world, and it’s case closed. Simple.’
‘We have them already. They called us.’
‘They confessed?’
‘They say it wasn’t them. There are witnesses to confirm this.’
‘It malfunctioned?’
‘Hacked.’
This changes things significantly.