Okay…maybe I should leave a couple wires disconnected…
I sit back on the swivel chair, setting the pliers down as I eye the circuit board I’m just about done working on. I’m a few steps away from putting together the trial product and though, theoretically speaking, the only thing that can trigger these things is the switch I’ve already finished building, I don’t want to leave anything to chance.
A shaky breath parts my lips as I avert my gaze to the clock on the display screen across the table, reading ‘10:12PM’.
Oop.
It’s as if I’ve been on autopilot since I sat down and had dinner with Marcel, 2 days ago, which consisted of silence. The blue pill I’d taken played its effect just ten minutes after, and while, in the back of my mind, I was curious about what had transpired at that hi
