"The whole point of being super-intelligent is so you can do stupid stuff."
- Doc-Danger
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8 Hours Later
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I wake feeling powerful. Like a well fed monster. I can be ruthlessly efficient. Today feels like a good day for it.
I pack a bag. Clothes, toiletries, drugs. I grab my phone, my tools, and a box of quasi-functional electronics - prototypes from clients. Each one is worth a fortune if I can make it work. Or, make it saleable, at least.
I hop in my car, and tell it to take me to the city. I throw the manual drive controls out the window. Don't need them. I send a one click divorce to my husband.
Okay, there is no such thing as a one click divorce. I text him that I'm gone and not coming back. A dick move, but I left him the house and all the money. He'll be okay.
The car interior is set up like a bed. I roll a small joint and scatter the electronics around me. I feel like a kid in a tent. I smoke and think.