They sat in a haze of d-cigarette smoke, idly playing with her dressing drones. The “d-Cigarette” was her own invention — born from post-divorce survival and a razor-sharp instinct for opportunity. By fusing drones with e-cigs, she created California’s latest addiction: glossy black machines that people puffed on as if their lives depended on it.
Now the Hollywood dolls couldn’t live without them. She had made her millions off their cravings — selling glamour wrapped in surveillance. It was like taking candy from babies. Very rich babies.
