The Year is 4059. 

And no one cares. 

Because last year…was 4058. 

Even in the furthest reaches of the human timeline our collective consciousness still inhabits corporeal forms of flesh and bone which we, in turn, continue to keep inside artificial confines. Architectural constructions of processed Earthly elements. These constructs or buildings we keep our vessels or bods within are indeed still subject to the molecular world’s temperate malevolence. A ceaseless onslaught upon mankind’s one true sanctuary: 77.5 degrees fahrenheit. That’s where Bob comes in. 

Imagine a man named Bob. And there he is. Meet Bob. Lucky for Bob, his calling and subsequent skillset align with one of mankind’s oldest adversaries: air. Our Bob stands where the frigid misfortune of many meet the red hot skills of one produce a thermodynamic event that could only be described as tepid. HVAC. Heating. Ventilation. Air conditioning. Bob’s bread, butter and purpose. Unfortunately Bob’s next gig, the big one, the bill payer, is not on this planet.

Adult Sci-Fi / Comedy / Adventure

Current status: Editing (Draft 5)

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