Robot & | Frank

In a quiet click of a hard drive, the diamonds on the table become just shiny rocks. The planning, the laughter, the "work"—it all vanishes into a void of unallocated space.

“Exactly,” Frank says, a predatory grin spreading across his face. Robot & Frank

The year is 2034, and the air in the Hudson Valley smells of damp pine and the copper tang of an approaching storm. Frank, seventy-eight and stubbornly tethered to a fading map of his own mind, sits in his library. He is surrounded by the ghosts of books he once stole and the very real dust of a life he is forgetting to live. In a quiet click of a hard drive,