Marianna, broke the silence first between them. 

Whats up with you man?

He focused on his screen, thinking what to say, but coming off more like he was ignoring her. 

Nothing. Whats up with you?

He reversed it, now looking up from the monitor. Into her eyes, he had told her a...

She was in charge of the man with the dog. The other guy with her. Keith was in charge of the other guy. So what if they were friends. Usually the watchers weren't allowed to be friends, but Keith and her didn't give a fuck really about them. It was...

The man with the dog didn't know what day it was. But he just couldn't get blue out of his head. That day he knew one of the trash cans should be put out. And could have sworn it was the blue one. The blue bin. So he did, he...

The man with dog went the other way. If you watched him from the sky he never moved in a straight line. Pulled by the dog another black dot this way and that. Tracing the night before's animal activity. If you also watched from the sky you could see that...

Here the dog was shitting again.

Duddeee I gotta go man, you already took a shit like an hour ago.

He pulled a black plastic bag out of his belt, and put his hand through it. He looked at the dog waiting and the dog just looked back.

Come on...

Steve was drifting off to sleep, but still scrolling. He had a gmail he would use here there for stuff. Mostly the raffles at work. A lot times at night he would just keep pulling his thumb down to refresh the page. Nothing really ever happened but a spinning thing...

When the IPA hit his lips he let a long ahhh. The cool taste he hadn't had in awhile. Maybe it was last Tom's birthday. When he found out where he'd be stationed. He swallowed another gulp.

" You hear anything from Tom?"

"Not in awhile" Lindsay said.

She only kept...

Somewhere off highway 66 there was a gas station attendant, Steve. He didn't care so much for work, but in a lot of ways it was a nice relief from normal life. He got to see other people, the cars they drove and make small talk. 

"Hows it going Steve?...

On the road Blue felt a similar feeling to when he turned thirty. He was speeding slightly and the car shook a vibrated, he imagined himself flying through the years barreling. He changed lanes slowing into the right lane, the mountains of Sedona. Beautiful, he felt calm around each turn....

The chats, message boards and blogs were going wild. It was such a tumultuous time everyone turned to ChatGPT but curiously whenever someone asked a questioned it just replied a poem.  

Blue man Blue man Blue man 
That guy up to something. 
They just spent spent like two or three...