From this morning’s walk and talk around the park:
Slim Jim looked up and sure enough, he spotted the two really big drones that were constantly circling around the site, keeping an eye on it. They were massive, and not that high up, but he couldn’t hear them. What he could hear was the gnat-like buzz of the much smaller drones they were building and testing out here, the same model he’d been playing with at the pool party in the previous chapter.
Sometimes the dictation AI isn’t quite as intelligent as I assume.
The other danger is all on me. If I was at my desk wouldn’t type a sentence like this:
He rolled his eyes, but he put the hat on and slathered the sunscreen onto his exposed skin, even on the back of his neck, which was probably protected by the big straw hat.
But walking around Victoria Park muttering to myself in the dark, there’s gonna be a few clangers like that.