When a black man lives the same day over and over again, he tries changing his behavior to survive a police interaction.

“Better run, better run, outrun my gun…”

They both knew what was coming as soon as Jack’s phone went off. The designated ring tone serves as its own forewarning, so it’s not a surprise when Jack answers with a clipped Abbot, syllables bitten down as short as they can go. What’s out of the ordinary is Jack’s expression going cold as he listens to the voice in his ear, eyes hardening into something sharp as his mouth flattens, a harsh line slicing clean across his face.

That’s Robby’s first sign that this time is going to be different than all the rest.

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“I’ve always felt, probably wrongly, that if required, I could chase the operations of any piece of software all the way down to the tiny pieces of logic that in turn get translated into even tinier pieces of logic and executed by the circuits on chips.”

And hell, if Robby was going to get all up in Jack’s business, he could return the favor. “Why didn’t you tell me you were on shift today?”

Jack actually felt Robby tense against him. “I told you I was leaving today.”

Which didn’t actually answer his question. “As the priests liked to remind me, a lie by omission is still a sin,” he drawled.

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