Algorithmic Waves (Part 9)
Hatfield prepares to take the machine into work.
Code is everywhere. A cover like you would put on a tablet masked the machine. It was like Hatfield carried his own corpse. He brought about his strength in essentially carrying himself to his car.
A few moments and his neighbors would be wondering what was going on again. Another window of time presented itself and permitted him the chance to bring his discovery into his place of business.
It only took him a bit of time to escort the machine. Once he secured it in his vehicle, he held the ideal of taking it over there just that night.
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