"What do you think of dreams?" Lacy asked. Her hands cupped around her wide mug like she was trying to keep warm around a fire

"I think people ought to be more realistic," he replied, took a sip of the earl gray Lacy had served. Funny he thought. Drinking caffeine this...

"God Dammit!" Sardinsky yelled, while letting go of the collar of the kid in front of him who was a foot shorter. 80 pounds lighter. Or at least that kid had been those things. Now he... or it, was just a corpse. Sardinsky looked down at his white polo. It...

D.W. spent much of their days on a computer.

Assigning human readable names to data. Assigning human readable names to operations that manipulated data.

The firm that employed D.W. compensated well. They could afford to order anything they wanted to eat and have it show up at their door. They had not...