Drones

Luis swore he could feel the dull glow of the Rosen Robotics sign high overhead as he scurried into the building, nearly twenty minutes late for work. The whole of Metro-North had been backed up that morning thanks to some out-of-work banker jumping on the tracks, ensuring no one got to work on time, but not even that would placate Campbell if he spotted Luis sitting down at his desk any time after 8:30. Though a fine project manager in every other respect, Campbell placed an almost fetishistic emphasis on punctuality -- an utterly alien experience to most developers. Luis, having worked his way through college with early morning barista jobs, found the demand manageable. Hurrying across the shiny black floor of the lobby, Luis nearly ran into Sady as both rushed to catch the same elevator.