“You walked 1.5 miles past your destination,” chirped Yuxi’s watch, clamping her wrist.
The thought of another evening in her habitation hole sickened her stomach. Tonight, she thought she would change routes. Maybe sleep somewhere else.
“Ministry guidance officers are on their way to assist,” the recorded line repeated, increasing in volume.
Yuxi’s brow dripped with perspiration, searchlights now cornering her in the alley. A hoverflyer blocked the stars above, descending. The CPU at Central knew.
The data from this wayward stroll would be collected.