The only sound other than my typing is that soft comforting hum of the fan in my computer. The room is dark, except for the light falling off of my monitor.He's sitting on my desk, just outside the monitor's soft glow, staring at me."Hey, Wesley, I've got some good news.""You've had a change of heart and you're going to put me in a Jello mold with Counselor Troi and Princess Leah?""No. First of all, Princess Leah isn't even the right scale for you—""Who said anything about scale? I'm articulated!""Do you want to hear the good news, or not?"He sighs the perturbed yet insecure sigh of an 18-year-old. He strains his little plastic body against the twisty-tie that is holding him to his cardboard backing."Yes.""You're way more popular that I thought. People have bid nearly 300 dollars for you on eBay! You're a hit, Crusher! They love you!"He stops straining and looks at me, incredulous."What?""Yeah! Take a look."I pick him up and turn him to face the monitor."Hey, slow down, jackass. You're going to give me motion sickness."I wonder if this is the correct doll.
