Tom the Omitted

So insignificant is he, that the plague of automations/robots/machines have completely overlooked him and his three genuine posts — well, two and a half genuine posts, as the second part of his bard tale (for some reason appearing before the first and in italics) includes much of part one in its length. Thus Tom-o-Fingers remains blissfully uninfected.

And how is he spending his freedom? Well, he's writing detective-ridden screenplays and perpetually unfinished short stories in between chatting-up wallflowers at fringe-dweller parties and writing sentence-long letters to age-old pen-pals abroad.