“Practice on me,” said his friend.
“I don’t-”
“Give it a try.” His friend adopted a feminine posture. “So, handsome, what do you do?”
“Um,” he said, disconcerted. “I’m a technical writer.” He sensed this wasn’t enough.
“On the macro level,” he added.
“Macro level.”
He nodded. “Things are more interesting subatomically.”
“Mm-hmm,” said his friend.
“Subatomically, writing is arranging charged particles on magnetic media in meaningful patterns. In truth,” he said triumphantly, “I am a quantum me...