At four, I left my machines re-installing the operating systems and I turned in my tags and cards and fobs at reception. I took possession of the NDA I signed seven years ago. When I walked out, the door clicked behind me. A voice inside started screaming in horror.
At Redmond Town Center, I walked along shelves of books and games and toys, wondering who I was now. Was there something I could buy that would redefine me?
As I left, there was a rainbow.