My name is Miles Lawson, and I am 26 years old. Every day I answer some of the stupidest, most inane calls known to man. I''''m supposed to be cheerful and happy to assist you when you’re a fucking moron who puts your laptop in the oven to dry it off when you spill something on it. I doubt I will have my job much loner though, five years ago a chip was invented that allows the human mind to interact directly with computers, so laptops and desktops are becoming antiques. They estimate that eighty percent of people in the United States will have the implants installed in the next five years so at some point I will get shit canned. In the meantime, though I have to stay positive and cheerful when I really want to just tell you to fuck off.