There was no keyboard. Gary sat on the floor, cross legged and hunched, surrounded by packing foam that clung to his ratty clothes like snow. The StoryGenius 3000 too sat on the concrete floor. It looked like an old TV, the kind from a century earlier, with the...

It came on a particularly shitty Tuesday. A simple brown box. No markings. As advertised. It was smaller than Gary had expected, barely shin height, and it was two days earlier than the promised delivery date. "You gonna sign for it?" Gary closed his mouth. He could...

Damn. I scratched my eye, I think. It's all red and weepy rn. Hard to see and type. Le sigh. I had a solid day today. I'm working the building again, which definitely threw me out of sorts a little bit...but honestly, it was totally fine. Bear, you set me up for...