I'm the sort of person who, when a customer drops something or hits their head or does something silly at The Store, will look away and pretend I didn't see so they aren't embarrassed.
Marc isn't like that. He doesn't hold back his laughter, and sometimes they even laugh with him. He says that people need to laugh at themselves, and I suppose he might be right. But if I had a smile like Marc's, I'd be able to make others laugh with me too.
Marc doesn't realize that he isn't the norm, either. He is the sort of person who feels cheated that the whole world has already been explored and mapped, because he yearns to discover new territory. He's the kind who is frustrated by the number of languages in the world, not because he wishes there were fewer, but because of the sheer impossibility of being able to learn them all himself.
I don't really know what kind of person I am, except that I don't laugh at customers. And I'm not like Marc.
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Algorithms
Ciencia FicciónIn a world run by algorithms, Erin struggles to belong. She finds an ally in her co-worker Marc, but she soon learns that the way he thinks could be beyond different, even dangerous... This started as a short story, but I'm considering turning it in...
