Eye See You: Randy pt. 7

My phone was hooked up to Dave’s computer.  I stared at it, like it was a time bomb, or some alien creature. 

How much did I depend on that little piece of technology, and how quickly had it seemed to turn on me?

“This is weird…” 

I didn’t like hearing those words.  My day was full of enough weird. 

He turned the computer towards me, showing me a long line of code. 

I shook my head. 

“Basically,” he cleared his throat, “you sent it to yourself.”