every day is the same, here in uncanny valley. wake up, take the (SEE DOE) bus to work around 9, get harassed by rude customers all day, leave (SEE DOE) at 9:00, and go to bed. today is no different—you sit behind the counter, manning the cash register. it’s dull, but the wage is somewhat livable. you’re lost in your thoughts, until doe walks in, smiling that unnerving smile, the one with far too many teeth.

“hi, [YOU]!”