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They were broken. No sound from the arms, the microphones were dead, no data on the screens. They might as well have been there for his short-sightedness. His lease meant a replacement would arrive but not until later. He had a morning to get through. He’d thought of calling in sick but his wearable wouldn’t back him up. So he went in. The receptionist smiled, he said hello and looked for her name. Chris passed him and asked about the meeting. He mumbled. He went into his office ,the screens were blank, waiting for a connection. He locked the door.