"E.Y.E, unlock the window," I ordered, my voice firm and determined. Suddenly, a robotic hand extended from my watch, its mechanical fingers gracefully touching the window's surface. With a subtle click, the locks disengaged, and a wave of confusion washed over me.
The last time I checked, laying a hand on a window like it's some kind of prayer wasn't supposed to unlock doors and such. It must have been some kind of electrical mechanism, though it left me bewildered.
I pushed open the window and tumbled inside, quickly scanning the living room for the phone I knew had to be here. The room was tastefully decorated, with a mounted TV on a brown dresser, a brown-and-white carpet, and a beige couch. A small gray table with a lamp stood beside the couch, like a spotlight highlighting the black telephone mounted on it.
