Grayson Lee sat cross-legged in his simple black swivel chair in his simple white office. Grayson had tried it out numerous times, and found that the swiveling ability of the chair was not to be questioned. It was one of those things that did exactly what it was supposed to, nothing more, nothing less. Grayson had a smug appreciation for these types of things. They had achieved a state of perfection.

Humans, however, had not. Time and time again, he witnessed them doing ...