“Well, it was the fucking cops’ fault for firing into a stairwell before asking any questions. But yeah, the software fucked up. It’s been doing that a lot lately. Another one of your algorithms that nobody really understands how they work. Meant to predict where crimes take place based on all sorts of data: embedded sensors, social media, cameras, residents’ profiles…” (Location 1550)
The sky above her shifts, cloudscape changing, shadows tracking across the street as the time of day morphs. That sickening displacement between the realities, the architecture becoming unstuck from itself. (Location 2779)
