Ottoid remembers his last day at the buttoning facility while enjoying a fanciful roboleather massage sofa. Everything changes when he gets ejected from his travel pod and falls to what appears to be his doom. If you have an idea for a short story that feels very adjacent  and crepuscularly lit, send a one to two sentence prompt and your name  to  [email protected] and it may end up on the show   (you'll receive some correspondence from a crepuscular entity  beforehand if so).