He looked up at the blazing sun. Wondered what it would be like to feel the warmth on his face.
He stared at the melting ice cream cone and watched it drip down his hand. Wished he could taste that perfect swirl of white.
Basic human behaviors but foreign to him.
The armed guards from NexCorp would find him soon. His implanted transponder would lead them right here. There wasn’t much time.
But he didn’t care.
He was sitting on a park bench beneath a shady oak with an ice cream cone.
He was exactly where he wanted to be.
The Weekday One Hundred 