cyber attacks, he wasn’t important enough to get clearance to the conference room on the second floor.
“I’d rather tell you in person,” Eliot said in a whisper. “Where are you?”
“Nearby,” Tony responded. “I’m about to land, or rather, my car is.”
“Shit. I’m still in the lab,” Eliot replied with eyes wide open, and hung up.
After the car landed on the landing pad of the space agency, Tony got out and hurried toward the security gates. The gates opened. A security bot stepped aside.
“Good morning, Major Norman,” it said, after it ID’d Tony.
Tony nodded in greeting while he glanced at the robot—its synthetic skin almost made it look human. The only thing that was different from a real person was its red eyes. All robots had them, so you’d know when you were dealing with a bot.
As Tony passed by Eliot arrived, wearing his white lab coat. His curly hair was all messed up when he came running up to Tony and halted. His face was beaded with sweat.
“You ought to exercise more,” Tony grinned. He knew Eliot was too involved with the VR world to do early morning exercises. “A good walk a day keeps the doctor away,” Tony more or less cited from his mother when she complained he spent too much time behind the computer. That was in his teens. Now, Tony was in his mid-thirties, nearly reaching forty and still not married. But perhaps Jessica would become his wife someday, he daydreamed.
“I do my exercises,” Eliot said, still panting, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Spending time in the VR-world ain’t real,” Tony objected.
“You haven’t seen my workout programs,” Eliot chuckled. Then he got serious. “But about the meeting—”
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