Buck longed for the old days, days when his carnival was filled with the unbridled laughter of teens and kids and toddlers getting piggyback rides from their exhausted parents.
He loved his work, too – beaming with pride as he watched folks enjoy his endless array of death-defying rides. It’s what kept the old man going.
But those days were gone.
Now it was nothing but androids waging battle until only a useless pile of circuitry was left. He hated it, but it’s what the crowds wanted, what they demanded.
And who was Buck to tell the customers they were wrong?
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