The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Vivienne’s phone buzzed insistently, matching the urgency of Aaron’s voice on the other end.

“Vivienne, Elite University’s gone haywire. A bunch of thugs outta nowhere setting fires, wounding folks. It’s chaos!”

“Everyone, stay frosty,” Vivienne commanded, her voice steady as she addressed the trio on the line. “Keep an eye out if they’re androids. If you spot them, don’t hesitate to smash them to bits!”

“Understood!”

Unison agreement crackled through the phone, quickly followed by the sounds of a scuffle.

The situation was swiftly brought under control.

The media was ablaze, both TV and online, with reports of rampaging robots. The incident was huge, engulfing the city as nearly every one got dragged into the fray.

Even Percival’s and Vivienne’s attempts to scrub the feeds were futile.

The concept of androids, which many had relegated to the stuff of movies, now confronted them in reality. To the average Joe, a robot was nothing more than a novelty to chuckle at. But now, lifelike androids roamed the streets, mistaken for flesh and blood, until Vivienne peeled back their synthetic skin to reveal the mechanics beneath.

Panic seized the Brooks Group, the Churchill Group, and the Pendleton Group. Even their employees were clueless about how the robots broke loose. Androids required pre-programmed instructions to function, yet these were fresh from the warehouse, never programmed for chaos.

Vivienne’s exclusive chat group about bionics was in an uproar—Zachary Churchill: [Madam, what’s the play? Folks are freaking out, saying robots will rule the world soon and we’re headed for a machine age. We can’t contain the online wildfire!]

William Pendleton: [Yeah, and Vanguard Agency wants a sit-down tomorrow. This meltdown smells fishy like it was all premeditated.]

Ronald Brooks: [I’m with you, Vivienne. This stinks of a setup!]

Vivienne’s face was a mask of ice as she commanded, [I need you three here, now.]

been under wraps, even from Vanguard Agency. It was

it, Vivienne. What

[I’ve got someone else on Carl. You’re the head honcho of Brooks

Ronald: [Understood. Thanks.]

up Larry, instructing him to head straight to the sanatorium in M State and

Zachary, William, and

burst out as he entered, “we’ve traced the androids. They walked right

they’re the first batch. Nothing on the

grim-faced, knew the gravity. “Vivienne, could this be a

head. “It’s not you

brainchild. With

clenched his fists. “Madam, this is too suspicious. Let us handle

some black site to clear things up.

the

Agency will come knocking. They’re not idiots. Sure,

if all four of us are in the hot seat, who’s gonna manage the mess?” Ronald

the chair’s edge. Her voice was

…

Agency, Vance

waves beyond Rivenwood, stirring a national

efforts to minimize the fallout, the task was Sisyphean, the web of complicity too vast.

damn synthetic robots—you assured me they were foolproof! What’s this mess? I told you to reel in that patent, and you botched

are. Even if I wanted to

has already been reprimanded once. I’m warning you,

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