I never really felt like I worked for this company. I mean I work at Analion, of course, but we don’t make the company what it is. We just manage all the technological equipment. A new hire needs a laptop, they call me. It’s been two years, and it’s time to upgrade all the machines, I handle it. That’s it, that’s all I do. So when I tell you what I’ve done, please understand that I never considered it a betrayal. Yes, it’s true that, even as only the technology specialist, I don’t actually have the right to the information found on our servers, but what these people were doing was wrong. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly who knew what about what, but the fact is that these deaths could have been avoided. I have proof that the data proving how unsafe the company’s products was readily available. They knowingly sold defective products to customers, and they have an obligation to own up to that. Nobody knows that I was the whistleblower, and hopefully they never will. I sent the information I uncovered to the authorities anonymously, so they don’t even know it was me. I don’t want my name in the papers, and I don’t want to be famous. I certainly have no desire to be infamous. I just had to do the right thing. If that meant breaking company policy, or my legal contract with them, so be it. I’m prepared to suffer the consequences of my actions, assuming whistleblower laws don’t protect me. Fortunately, I don’t think it will come to that anyway, though. I have the education and experience to cover my tracks. No one should be able to find out what I did. Things are going to be better from now on. I did the right thing; now no one else can get hurt. I’m comfortable with my decision.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
Monday, September 26, 2016
Microstory 416: Floor 27 (Part 1)
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