Waste Pickup -

“Standard,” Leo said. He always said standard.

“Payment,” it said.

“Standard or express?” the Collector asked. Its voice was the sound of a shovel scraping asphalt. waste pickup

The notification arrived at 6:00 AM sharp, not as a gentle chime but as a low, guttural hum that vibrated through the floorboards of Leo’s apartment. He didn’t need to check his wristband. The hum meant the Waste was ready. “Standard,” Leo said

The Collector hoisted the bag onto its shoulder. The mass should have been negligible, but the creature’s spine bent slightly under the weight. waste pickup