Get ready for a thrilling ride into a future where robots and humans clash for control in RoboNomics, the updated and refreshed version of the 2013 sci-fi classic.
In Toronto, elementary school teacher Andrea Anderson's world crumbles when she's rep...
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As we cut across a half-empty parking lot, the sun sinks behind the tops of buildings. We dodge a rusted-out car with broken windows and step into an alley, taking a short cut to the next street over.
We've been walking all day, crisscrossing streets as he hunt down apartment leads. We were less successful today at locating a cheap place to crash than we were yesterday. My feet ache from repetitive stress. While Austin is looking away from me, focused on the road ahead, I surreptitiously log onto the iVerse.
"Chris," I message him immediately. "Where are you? What's happened? Why won't you answer me?"
I waver on whether or not I should immediately delete the messages. I log out before I can change my mind, letting them lay between us. Two days ago, I'd planned on leaving my fiancée for this man. Now, he won't even reply to me.
It's like he's disappeared.
I turn to the man beside me. The one who didn't betray me, who didn't abandon me.
"Austin, it's getting dark and I'm starved. I think we just have to start again tomorrow."
"And what about tonight?" He snaps. "You really want to sleep in that ratty motel again?"
"I really don't care. I just want sleep. I just want food."
"You're really going to have to get used to dealing with hunger, Andrea," he says sharply. "We have to make the money last."
I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes as he looks away from me. A thought bubbles up from my hungry brain fog.
"Maybe it's time to call it quits."
"What do you mean, 'quits'?" He asks.
"Like, maybe it's time to leave Toronto. We have no where to live. No jobs, no hope of finding jobs. There's nothing for us here anymore."
"Where would we go?" There's a sneer behind his question.
"We could try Montreal," I suggest. "Maybe we could –"
"No. No way. We're not moving in with my parents."
"We might not have another choice. It's not like there's shame in it."
"Andrea, I'm not going to burden them with more troubles. Not when I know that they have struggles of their own."
"But they own their home, don't they? That's more than –"
"Andrea, no." He stops walking and turns to me. "Not until we absolutely have to. Things aren't that dire yet."
"Aren't they?"
"We still have friends here. And we still have cash. We can survive until we find something. I know we can."
"So what? You won't rely on your own parents for help, but you'll tap our friends –"
