the town of Uncanny Valley didn’t have much to offer. You sigh as you board the empty bus headed home. It had taken some getting used to, but you’re now fully unpacked. Your surroundings blur as you focus your vision on your watch. The hands aren’t moving. You give it a good slap. The hands start whirring erratically, spinning wildly before stopping and landing on the man in front of you. “Hello. You can call me John Doe!” He smiles, looking proud and very excited to be talking to you.