“[T]hey called it ‘toiling in the scanner mines’ and they weren’t kidding. It was a hole, a basement in the old courthouse, nothing but me and a century of old documents that needed to be digitized. At least at first. I begged for help, just some company at least – hell, a cat – and they got me a few of those ‘bots, the ones made out of office supplies. The work went faster, but. . . I swear one of them snapped at me. This was a good year, year and a half before, you know.” Excerpt from Madison Marlowe’s The Technocrat Wars, Meanwhile Press, 2033.