Gregory Ashton set out alone from his apartment in Mar Vista, California for an extended walk. It was spring in the year 20–, and Gregory needed exercise. His doctor had recently diagnosed him as ... [+]
"Oh, Geoffrey! Good. You're finally home. Just put it all on the kitchen table. Were you able to get everything I wanted for the party?""Yes, ma'am.""It's just that it's so late, did you run into any tr—Aaahhhh!! Geoffrey! What's happened to you?""I encountered some difficulties, ma'am. At the baker's, and again on my way home.""You're filthy. Dirt, everywhere, and . . . vegetable oil? Grease? And what's all that red splatter . . . that's not blood, is it? Are you feeling quite alright, Geoffrey?""Before my departure, I ran a complete diagnostic, as per regulations. I am operating under normal