Recording to me

Previously

…I typed back: “Tuesday works. Video call is fine. Let’s talk then.” I pocketed the phone and looked up at the sky. Somewhere out there, a windmill was turning, but it was no longer a giant. It was just a machine, and I was learning how to build more. The cursor blinked in my mind, ready for the next line. The program was expanding, the grid was growing, and I was no longer alone at the keyboard.