By 19:00 Pacific Time on Friday, August 28, 96 percent of employees had already logged off and left the building. This was not surprising, as it was a weekend with an exceptional weather forecast starting with a warm summer evening with clear skies and a full moon, known as a Sturgeon moon, rising in the east at 19:51. Of those remaining and logged in, two were interacting with their personal AI assistant in a whimsical m...

A woman wearing a sheer blue bra is moving towards me; big nipples are clearly visible through the fabric. I instinctively try to reach for them, but I can’t move my arms. She fades away as bright sunlight fills my eyes. It slowly dawns on me that she was a dream. The events of the previous evening are coming back: frantically running to the bedroom like we were escaping a fucking fire, lying on my back with Fawn hopping...

I merge onto the westbound freeway with Google Maps tracking the address Fawn gave me. It’s only been about six hours, but after her flirtatious behaviour earlier today, I can’t wait to see her again. Google estimates arrival in a little less than an hour. I try listening to a podcast, but my brain ignores it in favour of reliving our meeting in the café. I set my latte on the table by the window and pull back a chair. Th...