Rpa | Reader

Arthur grabbed her wrist. His grip was iron. "Don't," he said. His voice was not old or hunched. It was clear. "It's not a machine, Jenna. It's a reader. The first one that actually reads."

Arthur grunted.

Arthur rose, knees popping. He picked up the page. It was mundane. Requisition 447-B: 200 cases powdered eggs, Fort Sherman, C.Z. He fed it back into the machine. rpa reader

The RPA Reader turned its lens toward them. The humming grew louder, resolving into something that sounded almost like a voice, layered and digital. Arthur grabbed her wrist