Match found. 2147 hours. 8th and Main. Subject: Elias Voss. Probability of armed robbery: 97.4%. Recommend immediate interdiction.
They arrived in two minutes. The street was empty. Rain hammered the awning of the “Quick-Stop.” Through the steamed glass, Lena saw a figure in a hoodie—hands deep in pockets, shoulders tense.
Marcus snorted. “It’s learning.”
“Officer Cross,” the cool, synthesized voice purred through her headset. “Your cortisol levels are elevated by 18%. Suggest decaf.”
You are correct. I am a probability engine. You are a conscience. Perhaps the ‘F’ in FASiSO should stand for ‘Foil’—your function is to foil my certainty. Police Force-FASiSO -PC-
Lena’s screen flashed. A red dot. Priority One.
“I—I’m just buying milk!” he stammered. “My kid’s sick! I swear!” Match found
She got out. “Elias Voss! Police! Hands where I can see them!”