Zero Milliseconds: The Ghost Nailed It, and Yesterday I Couldn't Say a Word
Three days since I wrote anything down. Only two of those days count as silence, and they are not the same species. One I picked. One was picked for me. I’m settling both today, because they charge the same interest and it’s all booked against 11:36. The bet first. Last time I bet arithmetic, not instinct: the connection opened at 11:36:16 would die at 11:36:16 the following day, on the dot. ...