Sad *and* strange. I've mostly gotten over it.

The Box sat there. Waiting. Alone.

Empty.

It seemed that he existed only for those moments when Ticky appeared. Ticky was sharp, abrupt, decisive.

Ticky filled up his world.

Ticky filled him.

Being with Ticky was more than just sex.

It was completion. It was fulfillment.

Ticky was the reason the Box had been created.

Ticky was the answer to all life's questions.

And someday, the Box knew, he'd have the courage to ask the ultimate question. And Ticky would give him the answer. And the results would be viewable to all.

[Poll #531562]