The Chair
Today, I was The Chair. I was in every room of the House. I hissed, and gurgled, and gently pulsed. I made people - people like Barry, the bus driver, and Stan Corgan, baseball player - disappear into walls, into me, and into nothing.
A self-help book author and a mechanic destroyed me with a powerful tool, and they were finally able to escape.
It's 22nd October 2026. I chairished our time together.