The third installment of my novella, The Lives of Dexter Peterson. This time with absolutely terrible French! No, seriously, I’m probably fucking it up in such a way that I will get hate mail until the day I die. But… c’est la vie.
Bird Language
Every morning the world awakens to the most advanced communications network ever created. It beeps, it rattles, it buzzes, and it doesn’t require a modem. Before most of us even open our eyes, the world above us is alive.
