There were Pokémon Go players everywhere. It was especially spooky at Gasworks, after sunset, in the darkness dimly skylit by the lights of the city on the other side of Lake Union, dozens and dozens little clusters of adults, tweens, and kids, faces dimly reflecting the distinctively colored light from a Pokémon Go screen, on foot, wandering back and forth across the grass, along the waterline, and around the titanic metal structures of the park.
This is starting to feel like one of those B-grade science fiction stories, one of the early warnings of the alien parasite invasion is that you notice everyone everywhere all doing the same thing, alone together.
What the hell, I don't care. Silver and I both are enjoying the exercise and each other's company.
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