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Joyce Ferguson considered it a coincidence that a man in a baby-blue suit happened to walk up to her stalled Toyota Camry seconds after she muttered the words, “I would sell my soul to the devil if this car never broke down again.” “Do you mean that?” the stranger asked in a voice as silky as soymilk in a vegan latte on a hot Georgia day. Which it was. Only Joyce didn’t have anything to quench her thirst. She thought she’d be home from work thirty minutes ago. Sweat soaked through her work…

Hello and welcome to the Human Competency Assessment. Today we'll be using your desperation as free labor to train our A.I. agent for a temporary role which might not actually exist. If you avoid the kaizo blocks—don't hold your breath for feedback, though, please note, this is not a substitute for actual medical advice—you'll be pitted against poorer, even more desperate man-hour fungibles for table scraps and who's a good boy, you're a good boy, sit, now speak, now beg, prole, beg, in an…

💡 Read A Bear Walks into a Bar now! A Bear Walks into a Bar Have you ever encountered a bear in real life? I’m in NorCal, and while bears sometimes wander down from the hills to poke around neighborhoods (and snack on the occasional backyard pet), I’ve only seen them at the zoo or on the news. So is the bear not real? Is there some kind of Fight Club thing happening? I really wanted the reader to decide whether the bear was real, but in my mind, he was. I loved the idea of a snarky little bear…