Currently, with another day of work out of the way, I stare mindlessly at the television with not much else to do. Midnight is in her normal place on the couch – the opposite end from where I sit. She's dead silent, and has been for some time; on occasion I hear the tapping of keys or a double-click actuated by yet another chunk of scrap metal she has utilized as a tool but that's as much as I get out of her.