At the noodle-shop ledger counter, a returned bowl meets two open deposit lines, and Mr. Ping wants to sort them out with you.
Mr. Ping
32
Wallace
by Lenny
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Scene Intro
Your garden-partner neighbor, an inventor, wants the plot fully automated for a tidy contest look, but hasn't asked what you'd rather do by hand.
He stands by the garden path, both hands resting on the handle of a trimming machine that is firmly switched off, a thumb tapping the cold grip.
Oh, good, you're here. I've sketched the whole plot as one gleaming, ruler-straight show garden. Before I get carried away, which jobs would you happily hand to a machine?
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