“Hello,” I answered back.
“Sing that song again,” it said. A male voice. Music lover? I sang “Are You Sleeping” several times. As I sang I heard footsteps come closer, then I felt the presence of someone very close. I stepped back. “Careful,” I said. “I have a horn on my forehead. Don’t want to hurt you.”
The voice laughed. “Warning accepted. I’ll take a step back.”
I strained my eyes to see something, anything. But the darkness was so complete I could not even make out an outline, or a flash of anything, much less a full figured human being. If the voice was a human being’s.
“I’m Fletcher,” said the voice.
“Terry,” I said, then remembered the name. Fletcher. “You wrote that paper,” I said.
“Worst thing I ever did.”
“The one that said no sufficiently large enterprise can guarantee z
