by Foster, Voss
Would the show still be getting renewed if this wasn’t the COO’s brain baby? I can’t honestly say for certain. What I can say for certain is that I’m damn happy we’ll be getting more in 2076.
Phil Boggs
TO: Quinn Daley
FROM: Rita Needles
SUBJECT: Hey
SENT 4/6/2075 AT 5:38 p.m. EST
Hey. I know we haven't met, but you probably recognize the name. I can't go anywhere where people don’t anymore, and you're about to be in the same fucking boat, if you aren't already. I guess I can thank you a little, since you're taking the pressure off me.
Okay, enough of that. In seriousness, I want you to know that you can talk to me, if you need to. The two of us, we get it. We've been through Evenstad's stupid little game and we made it out on the other side. The only two who did. It fucks you up. Or it did for me. You're a soldier, so maybe you're more used to it. I don’t know you. I got your email off the stupid Evenstad leak from a couple months ago. They let out all kinds of personal info before it got cleaned up. So I'm sorry about that. Kind of invading your personal space. I thought about not bothering you, but I felt like it was important to let you know that you don't have to be alone. You can email me, or I can give you my number. Fuck, you just won twenty-million dollars. Fly to Portland and sleep on my couch, if you want to. You wouldn't be the first stranger living at my place, though you'd be a lot more welcome than some of the trash I've had here over the years.
Just take care of yourself. You can get through it. I did.
Ciao
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Voss Foster lives in the middle of the Eastern Washington desert, where he writes science fiction and fantasy from inside a single-wide trailer. He is the author of Tartaros, Zirkua Fantastic, The Jester Prince, The Park, and The Mountains of Good Fortune. His short fiction has been published in several magazines and anthologies, including Apocrypha & Abstractions and Andromeda Spaceways In-Flight Magazine. When he can be pried away from his keyboard, he can be found cooking, singing, belly dancing, and playing trombone, though rarely all at the same time.
