Return of the Drone

“Suddenly, with a single keystroke, Buck 99 was actively writing again,” typed Buck on his MacBook Pro, his words appearing on an enormous 24” flat screen monitor for all to see. “It had been over two years since he’d flirted with disaster like this, tempting fate to strip him of gainful employment. For two years he had played it cool, kept his nose to the grindstone, working smarter, not harder, while his writing skills deteriorated, his dreams of becoming a successful writer dying a little bit each day. He would die no more.”

“We shall see,” retorted his evil nemesis, the little doubting voice inside his head, with a touch of maniacal glee. He’d heard it all before and was well versed in Buck’s broken promises. “We shall see...”