But the Q11 had fallen beside her, its screen cracked diagonally like a frozen lightning bolt. A small, calm voice emerged from its speaker. “Elena, I detect a sudden impact and elevated heart rate. Your location is 42.7, -84.6. Shall I contact emergency services?”
She managed a whisper: “Yes.”
She held up the cracked screen. The Q11, even dying, was still projecting a tiny, flickering hologram of Ratty and Mole rowing on a river. q11 advanced tablet