Corty is huddled over his laptop, all alone in his residence in Hungary. He chooses the button of The Black Puppet, believing there won't be much change. All care or desire for his family and friends fades away. Every inhibition breaks.
I hade a literal shower-thought. A story about a writer who was unknown in his time, dies and then revived in the future, AD 10,000 or something, he is brought back. Reconstructed from his remains or something and is revered as a holy person.
His books are being taken literally and they think the past was a magical place and he was the lore keeper who guided the ancient heroes and now want him to guide them too.
Feeling a burnout coming on to me, so to avoid that, I will plop down at 6 pm this Saturday and watch the LotR extended trilogy to escape to a different headspace for a little while.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

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