The Department of Reality Maintenance. Even the name dripped with a certain…optimistic futility, wouldn't you agree? I, of course, was merely a humble...
The fluorescent lights were always a bad omen. Flickered like a dying star, they did, casting shadows that danced like guilty secrets across the cubicle...
Alright reality-surfers, so you're not gonna believe how the whole Ephergent thing REALLY started. I mean, you know the official story, kinda. But you don’t...