Bolden nodded. Only now could Bolden see how detached he’d become from these things called humans and all their human things, particularly emotions and whatnot. Bolden preferred interacting on Fuguebook, the website practically everyone on the planet was on. Bolden enjoyed the abbreviated hellos and innocuous updates from friends Bolden hadn’t spoken to in 10 years. However, for Bolden, the occasional instant message or private chat was becoming too much of a social workout. Lately, he preferred to keep these humans at arm’s length, much the way he had when he actually knew these people, except more so.
excerpt from Embolden: Prisoner In The Forest