“Actually,” said a sheepish, computerized voice from behind me. “It’s my fault.” I whirled around, grabbing my bag off the floor. Sure enough, the phone I’d switched off last night was back on and blinking, its screen displaying a detailed map with our location clearly marked. “Sibyl,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “How? You’re my AI. I bought you! How did this happen?” “Sorry, Opal,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice. I got hacked last December during that big security update fiasco. The guy who got in set your dad as the parental control, giving him admin power over all your accounts. He’s
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OBVIOUSLY, you TSTL jackass
