running my hands across the cool gray steel door I reach for the pentagon inset and trace my fingertip along the inside. Finding the groove I insert the keypiece properly, hearing a sharp click and a hiss. The door swings open slowly creaking, red light spilling into the darkness. I frown and grab for a snack, thinking i may need to wd-40 my fridge again.
Network engineer, Lisp programmer, musician and aging goth - too many hobbies, too little time.
49 square miles (and a Mastodon instance) surrounded by reality.