“Disturbing. To have a machine know what we're thinking from the subconscious movements we make. Prediction at the speed of light.”
“Speed of thought, really.” Hunt smiled and gestured to the open lift door. “Or it will be, when we can make a reliable map of brain activity.”
“By which time you'll have built an android capable of passing as a human.”
“One tries.” He followed them into the lift and pressed the button for the first floor. The doors closed.
“As opposed to those scary-arse skeleton robots you've been sending out to steal private property.” White raised an eyebrow at the music in the lift. Where the waiting room broadcast tinny music on low-quality speakers, the lift had hi-fidelity quality music, ironically playing Status Quo's 'Down, down, deeper and down.”
Hunt frowned. “I'm sorry? What skeletal robots? And what private property?”
White narrowed his eyes. He didn't have to have a robot's ability to read subcutaneous ticks to know the man was lying.
“That's what we'd like to talk to you about, sir. Your remote-controlled robots and the unauthorised use of a cryogenic resuscitation program.”
The lift paused and the doors opened. Hunt held out an arm. “I really have no idea what you're referring to, but perhaps e cut discuss it civilly over a pot of tea.”