Chapter Forty-Two
“Incoming message from dispatch,” Emma reported. “They are requesting that you, along with several other mobile units, rotate to your next designated patrol area. No severe criminal activity has been noted.”
“What has been noted?” Erik asked.
“A few minor arrests, mostly drunken yahoos and that sort of thing,” she answered.
Erik cracked his knuckles and grabbed the control yoke.
He’d gotten so used to Emma screening his communications for him that it almost felt unnatural when she wasn’t handling his incoming queue.
Not that he hadn’t argued with her in the beginning.
Cats were more obedient than she was.
The Defense Directorate had spent billions of dollars on an experimental AI, but he doubted they’d intended for her to serve as a part-time receptionist and chau
