Literature
One Last Choice
Looking back on it now, South could clearly pinpoint the exact moment it happened. Oh, there was a build-up –frustrated words, poorly concealed impatience, a much tenser air than what they were used to. Given South's prickly-as-a-porcupine temper and Wash's habit of bringing it out with the most idiotic comments, that said a lot.
But there was one moment where everything just snapped, where nothing would go back to how it was ever again because nothing could take it back.
It had been your average night on the Mother of Invention. Those who picked the short straw with their AI had begun their nightly chorus of mad shrieks and hysterical laug