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I’m his nephew. He left you to me.

And there it was.

What is the voice saying?

My uncle, a man whose sanity had always been a flexible concept, had left it to me in his will. No money. No land. Just a "fully operational personal computer from the late 1990s," as the lawyer had read aloud, barely hiding a smirk. The catch: I had to retrieve it myself. The estate was fifty miles from the nearest town, and no one else would take the job. karupspc

A long silence. Then: I swallowed. Listened to what? I’m his nephew