“Low Level Transmitter”
“Low Level Transmitter”
He was a low level transmitter, a translator of another color.
Coughing up everyone else’s phlegm and none of his own, and somehow choked all the same.
Never baking his own bread. He only ate the packaged kind.
Seldom seen smiling. Smiling was prohibitively expensive.
His imagination was a bankrupt and barren hallway with no doors.
Nothing in his world was ever of his own making.
Only fools would worship a thief like that, and fools are always in good supply.
