Article by Michael Pietrzak
I descended into the subway toward the metallic tube that would rush me across the city in the dark underground. A man was having a phone call, lingering halfway down the stairs, not yet ready to cut the umbilical cord with the unseen radio tower that connected him to the Matrix.
This would be no problem, except that dozens of rushed commuters were piling up behind him like water in a kinked hose.
A minute …
Source: Recruiter