Day 2,023: No Keyboard

There was no keyboard.

Gary sat on the floor, cross legged and hunched, surrounded by packing foam that clung to his ratty clothes like snow.

The StoryGenius 3000 too sat on the concrete floor. It looked like an old TV, the kind from a century earlier, with the rounded corners to the square screen, and the oak casing. No wonder it had been so heavy. The wood was rounded, too, and lacquered so you could see the grain. It was all very retro. Very expensive.

But, there was no keyboard.

Gary real...