…well, it feels like that, anyway. The Corral is packed in the POD, and I only held back a Siamese Dong Ah to give to Bill at MTE, and that was not satisfying to type on – writing meaningless squiggles on paper gets dull fast and the latter-day Seiko mechanism has the action of a mechanical typewriter without much of the joy. A couple days ago I met up with Agent K at MTE and dropped off the Siamese machine to Bill, and so now even that connection to the life of writing by mechanical machine is gone. I feel it already – the grey funk of tapping on flat little plastic squares embedded in tactical carbon fiber for the next few months…
-TOSHI STATION *OUT*
Thanks for the update! Hoping you get settled into your new digs soon enough.
Where have you moved to?
A concrete box near a man-made “lake” and steel “Marina” in the center of the desert, crawling with Waymos and other more human-like robots. Hopefully as temporarily as possible.
Man, I was starting to think you died or somethin’!
Any clue when I’ll be able to start writing my letter to you? I really miss ya, pal!
It’ll be a couple months or so prolly.