Zahra-Aamer
Supporting a tangle of wires on its head, the digital blob looked at me with its crystal blue eyes with pupils so tiny, they cut my eyes. With its shiny metal hand in mine, it told me, "The person dialed can no longer be reached, please try again later."
Come Pete. You need to come and lift this bag of bones off my shoulders. My shoulders are weary from travel and from the long list of things I have to do.