Front Seat, Q / The Nerd, Session Seven

In the distant, apartment-building-dominated suburb, people were loafing around by their computer screens, waiting for a sign. A sign from the government. The next mission. Something worthwhile doing. Anything at all. In the meantime, their muscles atrophied slowly due to lack of use, the fat accumulated gradually in their sore bottoms, the facial hair kept… Continue reading Front Seat, Q / The Nerd, Session Seven