Once upon a time I wrote a short story. It's been about 11
years since and I still haven't gone back to fix the errors.
I have in fact, lost the original text, thus making that task
much more difficult.
I still feel like sharing the story. (Probably, despite my
better judgement.) I suppose it deserves its own place as
a textual road marker. The text feels clunky,
the language, a bit artificial and the knowledge of actual
human interaction... well lacking.
But it's one of the few stories from that era I still
recall fondly. If you feel like killing some time... here's
9 pages from my teenage self.