Sublime

Stenciled over the armored steel door of the wheelhouse, in English, was: WOLF LARSEN, CAPTAIN. When Eiko had asked about the name, one of the other crew members—one of the other slaves—had laughed bitterly. “It’s a joke. A reference to some old book or movie. But there’s nothing behind that door but the AI core.

a dramatic unfolding of a sequence of events,

THE MOST formidable brick wall I ever came upon in my life was just five feet, six inches tall, and was absolutely beautiful. But it reduced me to tears, made me reevaluate my entire life and led me to call my father, in a helpless fit, to ask for guidance on how to scale it.

When the call came for me to get to work this morning, it was to Second Avenue at 94th Street, but to the confusion of New Yorkers, our Art Department had altered the street sign to read 124th Street, which is deep in Harlem. The corner had been spotted on a location recce and deemed perfect for the exterior of the Fillet of Soul restaurant, which