The Most Useless Awakening in History

it was out there somewhere in the expensive atmosphere, far above his lane. “Aiden, you still have three stops left,” the van’s voice said. “One is to the North District shelter. Low priority, but the customer has filed two consecutive complaints.” “Yeah, I know.” Aiden rubbed his eyes. “Let them file a third one. Maybe then the company will finally delete me.” The voice paused, as if even the software had no idea how to comfort a man whose life had the energy of a background extra. Three blocks away, a small structural collapse had just hit an old office tower in the North District. Two low-rank heroes were already livestreaming the rescue on the sidewalk, the drone angles polished to perfection, the chat moving so fast it looked like rain: