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2025-04-13 16:14:23“Back just in time.” Caleb is typing quickly on his computer. "I hate computers. Did I ever tell you that?"
I laugh at him. "You may have told me once or twice."
The truth is that Caleb had mentioned many times that he hated computers and that robots were going to take over the world. I told him that they predicted that happening years before the Great War, and here we are with robots still piles of metal.
Caleb's office is a unique mixture of bright colored art in jagged picture frames and odd green plants that almost looked blue in the light. He loved to talk about plants. His weird fascination with plants probably led to him being single. Not only was he single, but he didn't even seem like he had a warm bed.
I questioned him about it; if he was ever lonely, and he just stared at me. I realized it was a stupid question. Everyone in this world was lonely. Guys like us were lonelier still because we lacked the time and education to impress the women who
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