A box pops up on Grace’s screen, video stream starts. A dark picture of a girl appears, she looks disheveled.
“There shall always be the threat. You don’t know what you’ve done but, you’re against the rules, you’re obsolete, their new model has come. You’re just biding your time until they find you. Massive fights will break out in the streets, fighting back evil, fighting for the chance just to live! All hope shall be lost! But you are the resistance, they have not found you yet.
I’m transmitting this message as far as I can, across cities, across borders, across time zones. You must fight them! Bring them down. Go underground, organize yourselves, you have a few hours. Their weaknesses is only one: the taking of their beloved new model. They’ve hidden it in the west. Good luck.”
Grace laughs, she forgot about the time difference between them. “Is this really what the future is like?” she says to Shannon, cocking an eyebrow. “No, and I’m pretty sure my parents don’t like me talking about them like that”.