I awoke, a few minutes later, feeling surprisingly invigorated, not quite what you would expect after having your sight and hearing assailed as mine were.
Then again, this whole situation is unexpected. Getting an e-mail from Tykyn, one of the world's Strordinaires is not something I would have thought likely, especially since they they seem to have left the scene.
They used to be in the news all the time, with videos of many of their pitched battles appearing on the news at suppertime. It was the age of the Strordinaire. Until it wasn't.
And now I have been mistakenly chosen by Friday One, his self-aware program to be the next Tykyn. Only this is a mistake that can't be undone. I am Tykyn now, there's no turning back.
God help us all?
October II
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