Climate is strange today. Normally, these would be the days for serious indoor activities, the three-day Feast of the Shut-In: I got some modular stuff from eBay just for the occasion, it's time to construct a high-ranking member of the Adeptus Mechanicus. But now climate sits on the couch, it has a strangely sunny disposition and the mood just is not right. "Everything ok?" I ask climate. Climate fidgets and beams at me. Its eyes are all over the place. I want to say something, but I keep my mouth shut. We all have heard the stories: Climate has turned volatile. It misses whole days on the job, and when it finally turns up, its frantic over-zeal does more harm than good. Climate is no longer dependable. Climate is having a difficult time right now, it is turning or turned manic-depressive, that's what people say who know it really well. There are other stories, darker ones. Climate was involved in a home invasion. Climate has had so many "unfortunate accidents" recently its insurance premium went up, up, up. Some say that, one of these days, climate is going to kill somebody.
Climate gives me a warm smile. "Not to your liking?" "Nah, it's cool." I say. Climate's face turns clouded at once. I really hope I didn't say something wrong.
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