Kathy’s Reviews > Unauthorized Bread > Status Update

A ship was a computer that you put desperate people inside, and when the computer went bad, the ship was a tomb you put desperate people inside.

This was a new kind of toaster, a toaster that took orders, rather than giving them. A toaster that would let her toast anything she wanted to toast: unauthorized bread. Even homemade bread. Homemade bread was something she’d read about in books, seen in old dramas, but she didn’t know anyone who actually baked bread. That was like gnawing your own furniture out of whole logs or something.