The previous system George had installed was just a toy for children. With a few tweaks, Isabelle had upgraded it several levels, making it semi–autonomous.
“D*mmit...” Isabelle cursed under her breath.
The drone accurately flew back to the trunk. Watching the flames burning in the mountains, Isabelle confirmed the trial was successful. She then drove away.
As soon as Isabelle got home, George called. Clearly, he had listed her as the prime suspect.
Hearing George’s voice and recalling the robot calling her wife with George’s voice, Isabelle’s expression grew complicated.
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