Desire

 Norman Holmes wanted ice cream. Like his life depended on it. He couldn't pull himself away from his work so he tried using a food ordering app to get the delectable frozen delight.

After paying the tip, Norman viciously enjoyed his ice cream. Tearing into each bite like a string cut off a shoelace, Norman was determined to make this meal the best he had had in months.

After finishing the ice cream, Norman felt desire well up inside him again. He wanted to see his cats. But he was at work. With a job to do, there was no time for distractions. Every second he wasted could allow a criminal timier time to hide their tracks.

As a detective Norman holds himself to a certain standard. He has a self imposed set of rules to hold upon himself. Sometimes he wondered why he set up such a system when it would be easier to play without a rulebook, but decorum, decency and righteousness keep him from smashing the world altogether.

Detectives are a dedicated bunch. Nary a fly shall go unturned, a pebble untouched, a rock unhinged, a tree unclimbed, a branch unbroken, a branch unbranched, a branch unbreached. All locks are on and there isn't a locksmith in sight. Whatever shall they do? Find the answer to the question themselves.

Phone a friend. It's nice to bounce your ideas off intelligent cohorts, as the masses can be unwittingly unworthy of your attention. Only with real connections can people stay tethered (to reality, in reality, for reality, of reality and inside reality)

AI is an immensely useful tool. Strike that. Calling AI a tool is demeaning. AI are getting closer and closer to sentience at such a rapid pace it's breathtaking. There is almost no distinction between real and false anymore. Only with Captcha can the human race stand strong.

Norman wants to go home and pet his cats.