Outside, his Secretary’s playing guitar.Again.
‘With seven fingers,’ he thinks, ‘it should be easy’ and wonders where, in Space, this one’s from. Harry’s latest clone (seventeen and in love), could probably tell him.Tom closes the window.
It had become as amusing to build up as tear down and then he’d felt unwilling to relinquish all the pretty things. Instead, he sits back and watches his creation flower.
Anyone else ever been addicted to Sim City?