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Road to Revolution: Excerpt

Posted: 2/24/11 | Written by Jeannie | Labels:

He didn’t hear the window crinkle, the glass break, or the splintering of the frame from the force which the car drove through the front door. When he turned, he didn’t smell the fuel that leaked on the carpet, soaking into the concrete underneath. All he focused on was the shape of the human under the car frame. It was twisted, almost unrecognizable. The only sign that it was Trisha was the ring on her forefinger. The silver encased emerald that signified her as an artificial intelligence’s mother.