Dr Dark McBane had just called for Project Bender to be brought forward, so once Vai had brought her to the wall, Maphira turned her attention toward the nearest door.
Contrary to her expectations, Project Bender did not come from the door. Instead, a massive grinding sounded from below ground, as the floor of the strange auto theatre began to shake. A circle opened up, a platform rising from beneath it. On that platform stood a statue made of metal, depicting an android of some sort. Project Bender had great mechanical wings on its back, currently folded inward.
The statue came to life, stepping forward with jerky movements. It was no robot that could ever pass for a real human, but she suspected that was far from its intention. With its glowing red eyes and wicked smile, Maphira knew this would be a tool of fear only.
“Director Vai,” said Dr McBane I would just like to confirm that you completed many different 30KW solar system installations, correct? A single, larger system could spell disaster for the test.”
“Yes, doctor, that is correct.”
Others might not have noticed it, but Maphira knew Vai well enough to pick up on the way she hesitated before speaking. She’d cut corners with that request – no doubt about it. Better for Maphira’s purposes, for sure.
“Excellent,” the doctor said. “I would like to remind everybody that commercial energy management is no simple task. This project has been months, if not years, in the making, and it is only thanks to the hard work of our entire energy division that we are here to witness this glorious event today. Now, without further ado, I shall explain what is going to happen here.”
So, this was it. The moment Maphira would learn all about Project Bender. Once the doctor was done with his exposition, she’d just have to figure out a way to escape with the information.
One way or another, the Resistance was going to find out what was going on here.
Do you ever just work really slow and feel really sluggish when you have something going on in your head? I feel like if I’m distracted for the wrong reasons (i.e. feeling sad about a relationship), I can’t actually function properly. I am just filled with concern about the love of my life and so I can’t possibly concentrate on anything else.
‘Why did you want to meet?’ Gordon asked, wrapping his coat around himself as the winter air swept through the open building. He remembered when this area had been a thriving development – now it was a graveyard of abandoned construction, graffiti and men meeting on rooftops at midnight.
The buyer’s advocate has started helping us with all the stuff that can be handled by a buyer’s advocate. She’s started searching for homes that meet our criteria in our preferred area and surrounding suburbs and I’m really happy with what she’s been able to find so far. In fact, I’m not just happy, I’m impressed. I’m impressed with how efficiently and effectively she’s been able to source properties, properties that I hadn’t even seen during my own research.
I was rushing to get to work the other day and I did some real damage to my car. I only had ten minutes to get to work and I was about a thirty-minute drive away, so there was obviously no hope of me getting there on time. That’s because I decided to do my skincare routine instead of actually leaving the house on time. Yes, I know that I should have gotten up earlier this morning but I slept so poorly and bed just felt so good. We all make mistakes, I guess.
I’m a nurse and I work really crazy hours. For context, I have three possible shift times (but they always end up going into overtime), which are 7:00am-3:00pm, 1:00pm-9:00pm or 9:00pm-7:00am. I cycle through these shift times over the monthly roster and it’s really important that I can get to and from work easily with my car. As a woman, I’ve grown up fearing being alone at night or in the dark, so I definitely wouldn’t want to catch public transport and walk home alone for any of these shifts. It’s just not safe – especially in my nurse’s scrubs.