[Editor's note: this was an unfinished entry from... I can't remember when.]
Tuesday, October 4th
I wake up early.
It's my place, my room. I look over myself, feel for damage, anything out of wack. Nothing wrong.
Get a jog in around the lake. Come in and make myself a breakfast, quick shower while the eggs are cooking. My bathrobe is, like always, that perfectly cuddle-able amount of soft. I have breakfast, drink two cups of coffee, listen to a record on the turnstyle.
Through the open window I can see the city, a random metallic box interrupting the view as it plummets or rockets, carrying its unterrified passengers on recklessly suicidal speeds.
If the AI were to die.
I went down to the market and spent a while picking out the ingredients. Rice, chicken,
[Editor's note: the post just ends like that. Can't remember what I was thinking or planning. Need to release the post just as it is.]