Dupin's pinned a homicide on you." Special Agent Dinah Carter and I had worked on only a couple of cases as partners in the FBI. Now she was programming me for survival mode, to elude the bureau's AI-based crime-solving system, Dupin. "Lose your phone," Dinah told me. Dupin had named me prime suspect in a crime that had occurred just moments before and miles away because I had guessed that the AI was fabricating evidence. I didn't realize then how soon I'd be declared dead. I took the emergency stairs to street level, dropping my cell phone behind a fire hose. With my hood up and watching out for security cameras, I headed onto 10th Street Northwest. When I gave the barista cash for my half-hour online and thimbleful of espresso, he looked at me as if I was something he needed to wipe off his shoe. That left me with a dollar and some loose change. I sat down at a screen and pulled out the AI Primer that Dinah had given me. In the back were the author's details--Professor Francesca Adriaco from Georgetown University. If I had any chance of surviving this, I needed her help. I need to speak with you urgently about artificial intelligence. I guess she had a system monitoring her emails; she replied in minutes and invited me to her office. If I ever survived this, I needed to exercise more. "Hey, Saskia, good to meet you.