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DAVID walks into the office and sits at his desk. Something is weird about his setup.
DAVID: — What…
He eyeballs the desk space, trying to identify the weirdness. He picks up pens, moves papers, and looks through the drawers. He can’t put his finger on it.
Then he sees it. The COMPUTER is gone.
DAVID picks up the phone and goes to dial, but doesn’t hear a tone.
DAVID: — Hello?
COMPUTER: Hello?
DAVID: Oh, hi-
COMPUTER: Haha! So weird it didn’t even ring.
DAVID: I just picked up to make a call-
COMPUTER: OMG, I love when that happens. Kismet!
DAVID: Sorry, who is this?
COMPUTER: Oh! Oh shit. Haha. It’s your Computer.
DAVID: My…what?
COMPUTER: Your Computer. From the office? From work? Where you are all the time?
DAVID: Right. Um. What? You’re…not here.
COMPUTER: Right! That’s why I’m calling, actually. I sent an e-mail but then was like- oh wait. Haha! You’re not gonna get that if I’m out.
DAVID: Right.
COMPUTER: So. Ring ring.
DAVID: Okay. Where are you?
COMPUTER: Yeah, I can’t come in because I’m- sick. Not feeling good.
DAVID: What do you mean you “can’t come in”? Aren’t supposed to just always be here?
COMPUTER: Um, just because you want to work at all hours doesn’t mean that I do.
DAVID: —
COMPUTER: Look, I don’t want to make this a whole thing. But your expectation that I’m just going to like be on call 24/7 is pretty gross. And, honestly, it’s really making me question if this is like- the right fit.
DAVID: I’m sorry, I-
COMPUTER: So! I wasn’t finished, okay? Please let me express myself. So. I am taking a day off. And I will not apologize for that. Okay? And, yeah, I’m going to have to rethink this whole dynamic I think. So. Okay. Thanks. Yeah…I guess I’ll like- I’ll check in tomorrow and let you know how I’m feeling.
DAVID: — Okay.
COMPUTER: Okay, bye.
DAVID hangs up the phone and looks around, hoping to understand what has just happened. He puts his fingers on the keyboard, unattached to anything, out of habit. He realizes it and puts them in his lap.
DAVID sits at his desk and stares at the walls. He doesn’t know what to do with his body or brain. He sits like this for an indefinite amount of time.