Published on Short-Story.me 2010 I would have felt strange staring at a command line interface, but I was used to it. Some computer bug had brought down my space station's operating system and along with it my graphic interface--the virtual hand that I controlled to select menu options. I impotently squeezed my hand inside my power-glove staring at the message: "Kluster component bigMF inappropriately touched kid+k9." # # When the call came in, hours after I'd placed the service request, I didn't stop working out. "Hello," he said in a high voice, "I got your message." # # # "What is it?" he asked. #