“What happened to the human’s daddy?” I looked to my daughter as I pondered an answer. Her deep blue eyes peered back at me with youthful innocence. Her mother and I spent months dickering over the details of her inception.…
She was a quick one. I thought she might get away, but I feel the satisfying thump of bone and flesh against alloy and carbon fiber. I grimace as I feel her heel crunch into my aluminum fender. Damn, another…
After helping someone with a computer issue, they would invariably ask. “Why did my computer do that?” “Well, the program expected a one, and in its place was a zero.” I would oft reply. When they answered with a puzzled…