THE HELP DESK • by Todd Wells
It was quiet. Usually by now they’d be putting the screws to me, but I’d already been at my desk for half an hour and, like a Minnesota duck pond in the middle of August, nothing had gone south yet.… Continue Reading
It was quiet. Usually by now they’d be putting the screws to me, but I’d already been at my desk for half an hour and, like a Minnesota duck pond in the middle of August, nothing had gone south yet.… Continue Reading
Incoming connection… WARNING! AI originator: serial code ???472 incomplete or corrupted. Assign to: Support Agent Response Unit (SARU), Artificial Intelligence Level 9 Certified. # Discourse packet 1: SARU: Asynchronous connection established. Please state assistance required. (Inbound message from unconfirmed originator… Continue Reading
“May I take control now?” the support tech asks me, her telephone voice so barely above a whisper I’m convinced she’s aware of the sexual innuendo. “Sure,” I say nervously, feeling naked and twelve years old. Like sorcery, the pointer… Continue Reading