It is summer, dammit. Another fking time.

The earth spins blind on its axis, spitting dust, and the light cuts the eyes without any mercy.

The heat advances like an old predator that is in no hurry because it knows you have nowhere left to run. Everything changes and everything evolves, so say the optimists, but the truth is that life simply mutates form to remind you that you are nothing but a temporary aggregate of atoms destined to sweat in front of a monitor.

The universe has no pity, but it possesses a bizarre sense of humor.

In this scenario of cosmic decay, we have returned to lay hands upon the application. Slowly, like reptiles moving across sun-baked stones. The Visual Quiz Game has been fecundated with more than twenty new questions. Fragments of code and old pixelated glories thrown into the database to test the memory of those who still believe the past held any meaning.

Upon the table an archaic ritual consumes itself.

Wires twisted like the entrails of some cybernetic beast sacrificed upon the altar of solid wood. I am transferring the files for the processing of the app’s new data and I am doing it old style as hell.

No digital clouds, no immaterial ether or wireless miracles.

Only metal, plastic, and silicon bound by a gray hub that grips black and white cords in a desperate embrace.

But we will come to the point; it will be the sun and the stars that guide us through the months ahead.