Of Monsters and Mainframes

by Barbara Truelove

Steward sends the next message in small, easy-to-understand chunks, as if speaking to a very young, very stupid piece of software. Viruses. Don’t. Stab. People.

I still have two passengers. That’s a 0.658 percent improvement. Or a 200 percent improvement, depending on the metric I use.

Once they disembark, they’re no longer my priority. If they die, I won’t be punished. But even so, I hope they stay away from crocodiles, werewolves, vampires, cows, and all the other things that can result in an untimely death.