Professor La Tour throught he would take a walk. Just a small perambulation. He’d checked his weather app and at last the temperature had moved in to the red, Gone was the large icy blue number that had kept him indoors and immune from Christmans shopping. ‘Yes, it’s time for some fresher air,’ he said out loud, propelling himself from his armchair and onto his feet. He felt the numbness of one leg, fast asleep after an hour spent deep in his yuletide reward for a year’s hard thinking. Ah, he sighed, looking at the book’s dust jacket on the floor beside him. The Ethics of Robots. Yes, he declaredm this time surprising himself with the volume of his own voice.

Hovering over the city, Arone did not know that Prof La Tour had decided it was it was time look skywards and see if he could spot one of the new urban drones before the day clouded over.