Scraping Toenails
In dire need of an upgrade, the antiquated exoskeletal framework sways and twists and creaks daily along a pre-programmed path. Encased silently within the oversized metal box is a lumbering physique. The Collector is a lonely creature—one of the hairiest and smelliest I’ve seen around here. It shuffles drearily through timeworn stone corridors, navigating the predawn […]