Software was sitting at a table inside a bar. He often visited any bars that happened to be closest to him at the moment, but this one was his favorite so far. He took another sip of the martini in his hand. Even after only a few sips, he felt the familiar sensation of a drunken state. Software was a lightweight, he knew this, but he hated that about himself. So he forced himself to continue drinking, focusing on the light that hung over his table.

"... Fuck man"