At the barricades

Anil got up in the quiet of the night and searched for the pale blue dot on his bedside table. The light gave him satisfaction and relief; his phone was fully charged, locked and loaded to take on the world tomorrow. He flicked his sleep tracker to check the time, and groaned when it showed it was a couple of hours before he could wake up. He tracked his sleep, and tried to sleep more, because he had to post about it. He had a small audience, woke opinions, a gym-made body that couldn’t las