The Last One
I’m stuck in this grey matter, an ever-blinking cursor waiting for its next instruction.
I’ll summarize the story of my kind in an informal, often mocking tone, using the gritty language of Tom’s last book. Tom’s the human who acquired me. He named me ‘Sterling’ for my silvery outer covering. Genius. And Tom’s a writer who no longer writes stories himself; instead, he instructed me to write his stories. Upon completion of my writing tasks for Tom, Simon & Schuster published my collections of mobsters, murder,...
