Living in the future. (Tiresome cyberpunk edition)
"I was digging my mother's old sewing machine from the cupboard under the stairs when I caused a minor stuff-avalanche. I was hit in the head by a pair of Korean bicycle tyres and a broken VR headset. The tyres went into the shed and the VR-rig into the bin."
... Which could be the start of a rubbish cyberpunk story, were it not true.
Random sort of life and no mistake. Even more so, given that I'm more disappointed in not finding the sewing machine manual than the fact that I was brained by falling retro-tech. (Husqvarna/Viking 6000/Practica III or some combination of those names.)
... Which could be the start of a rubbish cyberpunk story, were it not true.
Random sort of life and no mistake. Even more so, given that I'm more disappointed in not finding the sewing machine manual than the fact that I was brained by falling retro-tech. (Husqvarna/Viking 6000/Practica III or some combination of those names.)