They said the car was haunted, and I believed

They said the car was haunted, and I believed it was. Not by phantoms but by memories. Scents, textures, the sound of denim on leather. Stimuli passed down by

codex. It was all I could do to find the right combination of letters and numbers before time ran out. Who could possibly know what was on my

keyboard? It took me some time to figure out. I ran through the list of names and realized, with a start, who it was. It had been him all this time.

I wasn't sure if he even knew it. He'd been manipulating us all along, but the tiny data port on the back of his neck told me he himself was both puppet master, and puppet himself

He was also a great source of free movies and music, having uploaded his entire collection onto that data port before leaving Liverpool. Plugging him into your PC was tricky, but

But no one really wants the Zwinky toolbar so I decided to just torrent R2D2's music library instead. Sadly, that little beeping robot only listens to The Bangles.

The real R2D2 lived in a bungalow in San Juan Capistrano. He was really into hemp and sustainable farming. The actor who played him, that is, the dwarf in the trashcan like the

green muppet who inspired the character, also came alive when ever there was a hand or two up

to no good.