SOPHIA - Age of Intelligence
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After the usual rest stop protocols were observed by Simon and his passengers, Marcus reluctantly allowed his apprentice chauffeur to continue driving, choosing instead to concentrate intently on the recitation of Susan’s article. But when Simon turned to his daughter in order to suggest using a soft, soothing tone for Marcus’s sake, he was met with a quick rebuttal from the backseat. “Hey hey. Eyes on the road driver, thank you very much.”
“Alright, alright,” Simon joked, before making a jerky lane change onto the highway. He looked into his rear-view mirror and smiled.
“Jesus Murphy. Mother of O’Reilly,” Marcus blurted, while trying to balance his coffee. “You can switch to self-drive anytime, Boss.”
“Oh, so you’ve finally discovered your Road to Damascus, have you?” Simon chided.
“Damascus or Des Moines,” Marcus replied. “As long as it’s not a turnpike to Saint Peter.”
Jennifer gave her father a sarcastic glance. “Ok, now that were definitely back on the highway, is everyone ready for Susan’s article?”
“You go ahead, dear,” Tanya suggested.
“Ok,” Jennifer stated, scrolling the text into view. “It’s entitled, ‘Death of a Princess.’ Looking up at her father, Jennifer paused just long enough for her emotional eyes to settle.