By the time Wednesday morning crested the horizon, Riley had all but forgotten the adventures of Saturday, and he tossed his alarm clock across the room. Thankfully, nothing broke. He was confident the infernal machine would work again come Thursday, but for now, he was awake. In a clear voice, he asked, “Hey Max! What’s on the calendar for today?”
A digitized voice answered, “Morning, Riley. Today work starts at 08:00 AM. Would you like to add anything else?”
“Well, that was short and to the point,” Riley observed and began dressing for work. Not every day was going to be full of adventure, and it looked as if Wednesday was going to pass without incident. There wasn’t time for a shower, so he applied an extra layer of deodorant, shaved, and put on a clean undershirt before donning a dis
