Georgie Barker

Not a problem if he doesn't. I'll be up either way. You're a godsend. I know. So, go on then. What counts as an emergency at a government data entry job? Did a spreadsheet catch fire? Something like that.

We'll see.

A cab? Wow, must be urgent. Thanks again, Georgie. Any issues, just call me. Away with you. Auntie Georgie's got everything in hand here.

Human? Human?

Thanks, Dave. I'll take it from here. See if you can find where he got in. There wasn't a breach alert, so if we have a gap, I want to know about it. I'll be fine.

Fine.

Sam, is it?

I'm not sure we've got any left.

Name?

Right, Samama, so... Sam. Sam, you're in a warden facility on the edge of the London Exclusion Zone.

From what I hear, you got a ride in Gertrude. You should be honoured. She's the longest surviving vehicle we've had. As for how you got right into the middle of the square mile without anyone noticing, that's something I want you to tell me.

Hmm. You're a dreamer, Sam. Cultist. Possessed by some talking wooden idol. You've seen it all before.

I stand corrected. So was that your domain? Some Kafka bureaucracy thing? Not one of the bigger ones, but it would make sense.

Sam, stay with me. Why did you break into the Zone?

Sam?