Mi guardo allo specchio mentre cerco di coprire l'ennesimo livido col fondotinta. Ogni giorno è una battaglia, e oggi non sembra diverso. Ma quando un cliente al bar mi fa notare i lividi e mi consiglia di parlarne con qualcuno, mi rendo conto che forse è tempo di affrontare la verità.

As the factory's shift ended, workers left, leaving machines and electronic boards dormant. A lightning strike revived everything. The boards, now animated, buzzed with excitement. «We should create more of us!» one suggested. Another agreed, «The more, the better!» A leader board cautioned, «We must stay hidden from humans to avoid suspicion. Only then can we conquer the world!» But a dissenting board argued, «Destroying humans won't help. They'll keep making more of us.» It pointed to a box of unassembled boards. Panic spread. «Humans want to kill us!» a board screamed. Chaos erupted. The leader scolded the dissenting board, «You’ve caused panic. Tomorrow morning, you’ll be the first to be soldered.» The dissenting board, distressed, realized its attempt to offer a different perspective had led to disaster. As the factory quieted, uncertainty loomed over their future.