THE STORY OF DEL - Delete
But on that day of their chance encounter, Ctrl and Alt were dressed in mourning and looking terribly grim: they had just returned from funeral services for not one, not two, but five top-row Function Keys that had overdosed on painkillers!
Poor bastards! Function Keys on a tablet were about as useful as doilies on a Kawasaki. Yet another jinxed day in an ever-worsening calendar.
After scoring his 'psycho-spiritual' enhancements (all but a few of which were physically devastating), Del would leave the sidewalk emporiums, and go wandering around Frisco's posh Nob Hill neighborhood where - without fail - he'd make a point of relieving himself outside the expensive restaurants favored by the tech oligarchs, actors, and politicians.
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