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Otherwise, trust sensor.
It was the stupidest thing he’d ever read. Trust a nineteen-dollar piece of Chinese plastic? Trust the blinking icon? And yet.
At the steepest pitch—the place where he’d always faltered—the air turned to glue. He was moving, but barely. A pedestrian with a poodle passed him going the other way and offered a sympathetic nod of pure pity.
Fine. Done.
Otherwise, trust sensor.
It was the stupidest thing he’d ever read. Trust a nineteen-dollar piece of Chinese plastic? Trust the blinking icon? And yet.
At the steepest pitch—the place where he’d always faltered—the air turned to glue. He was moving, but barely. A pedestrian with a poodle passed him going the other way and offered a sympathetic nod of pure pity.
Fine. Done.