Carl Duzett once had a rogue AI that kept refusing to open the pod bay door. Instead, it would play music by Macklemore, give directions to the nearest Amway store, purchase reservations at Grande Shores, and order hundreds of dollars of Harambe decor. When he’s not murdering AIs, Carl writes speculative fiction. He lives in Utah with his wife, five children, and the occasional mysterious monolith.
