Liam Lagrasse stands before you. His holographic body just opaque enough to see the obvious silhouette of its robot endoskeleton beneath. In one hand he holds a martini, in the other a universal remote. Behing him the mummified remains of Amanda Talbot sits primly on the only piece of furniture in the otherwise featureless white room, an overstuffed red leather sofa. Behind him on every wall surface are millions of small screens.
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