“It is midnight DFZ time, right?” I asked Sibyl, digging into my bag for my goggles, which had also turned themselves back on just like my phone. “You’re not screwing me over again, are you?” “I didn’t mean to screw you over at all,” my AI said, her voice hurt. “I can’t help it if I’m hacked! And it wasn’t as though I did anything really bad. I put the wrong dates in your calendar, sure, but your father was only trying to get you to come back before you did something you’d really regret. He just wants what’s best for you, you know.”
If she doesn't smash that bullshit AI into a million pieces, this book is getting zero stars from me
