The Ghosts of Old Age
Some days, while sitting alone in my humming office, I begin to feel the creeping fear that – from my laptop, or my mini-fridge, or my all-in-one scanner/printer – I’ll hear a sudden shout:
“Decepticons, ATTACK!”
Some days, while sitting alone in my humming office, I begin to feel the creeping fear that – from my laptop, or my mini-fridge, or my all-in-one scanner/printer – I’ll hear a sudden shout:
“Decepticons, ATTACK!”
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