Literature and Writing

Percival sat down at his desk. He sat down Pearls, the artificial intelligence inside his tablet, by his side, close to his computer. Percival made some annotations on a patient or two. It was his job to be on top of which patient had paid for their session, which one needed a receipt, which one needed to confirm their next session, and so on. “Beep, new notification!” Pearls warned, in their triple voice....

Whumpf.   Music set down the stack of papers precariously teetering in their paws with a sigh. The heavy documents were important, sure, but they were also a lot for one little Paralogos to lift alone! And to sort through them all, by date, by composer, by theme… It was enough to make anyone else’s head spin.   ...