Crosstalk

by Connie Willis

“I can’t believe you did that to me. I could kill you!” she cried, and flung herself at the door. “Briddey—” he said, reaching out his hand to stop her.

What is she, 5? So gratingly reactive and single minded there's no way she's an exec at this fictional Apple competitor

He’d never loved her, in spite of all those flowers he’d sent her, all those dinners at Luminesce and emails and endearments. All he’d cared about was talking her into having the EED with him so he could get data for designing an emotionally enhanced phone. That’s why he was so frantic when we didn’t connect right away, she thought, and so upset when Dr.

Literally goes from 100-0 without pausing to consider any other options. About as complex as a bag of doorknobs.

She could take Maeve aside, tell her she’d lost her phone, and ask her if she remembered her having it in the car after they left the park.

Clearly not concerned about the impact of using her 9 year old niece to clean up her mess AGAIN

I should have told you about it before, but I didn’t want—” “—me to fly off the handle again and accuse you of trying to keep us apart, like I did when you tried to warn me about the telepathy?” “No, that isn’t—” “It’s okay. I

I can't help but wonder if one of the primary reasons for her cluelessness is the fact that she never lets anyone finish a sentence in her presence

“Actually devise a way to translate the telepathy into a technology you could put into a phone?” “Not if he assigns me to do it.”

Wait...he's the entire R & D dept for this conglomerate?!

he’s going to ask me questions and want to run tests— “Which won’t tell him anything. I told you, the scans can’t tell what you’re thinking unless you cooperate.”

HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DOES HE HAVE TELL HER THIS BASIC HIGH SCHOOL SCIENCE LEVEL FACT?!!

having the EEDs, the telepathy, the scans—was a diversion we came up with to catch the spy.

This is stupid. How many hours and dollars has the company already hemorrhaged for Project Hermes to suddenly pass it off as a red herring?

“EED equals ESP question mark.”

That's not how a hashtag works.

Of course, she thought. Gossip Gal didn’t send those tweets. He did.

Oh sweet jesus she JUST picked up on that?

only sent them to Verrick, and I just deleted them from his phone.” He tapped the phone. “And from Suki’s,

That's not how it works. That's not how any of this works. "I sent you a Twitter" is something your grandma says.

No wonder it was always so cold down here. It wasn’t a heater. It was a signal jammer.

Did she not just figure this out 10 pages ago?

once.” “And all of them are on board with this? They’re willing to give up being telepathic, too?” He nodded. “They know it’s the only answer.

Bullshit. No group is that unanimously selfless enough to give up that kind of power. It's a cesspool in there, remember? Give us a better reason or a more realistic outcome.