Lizzie couldn't quite believe her eyes. Her mother was alive?
Isaac and Alessa tore off their masks in unison to get a better look at the screen.
"How can this be?" Alessa demanded.
"Who says the feed is live?" Isaac countered.
"It is," the Developer insisted. He made to point at the timestamp in the lower corner, but only succeeded in lifting his hand before Joe pounced in his direction with a growl.
From the other side of the table, Lizzie heard a whimper and the splash of something wet trickling to the floor. She looked over to find mortification and terror waging a war on the Economist's face.
"That doesn't mean anything," Lizzie retorted. "You can program whatever you want onto the screen." She wanted to believe, but it was too good to be true, especially coming from these cretins - she couldn't let herself hope.
"Then let me prove it. I'll bring you to her," the Developer offered.