“Typical.”
But he still had Decadence.
Quests had been missed, meetings, character restructurings unattended. The interview had taken precedence, a choice now curdling his stomach. Too much time dividing him and the software.
He turned back to the screen’s glow, to Decadence.
His game counter was over 1,800 hours. Darrel winced.
He eyed the job rejection, deleted it. A rush of endorphins flooded while logging on, hint of a migraine shoved back.
Pixelated society made more sense. Darrel submerged.