Showing posts with label nap. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 28, 2024

Microstory 2157: Jail For Everyone

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All right, the power’s back, and we’re okay. I mean, we’re not okay. Three people died in the storm, and another in the aftermath. Did I not tell you that there was a storm? It didn’t seem that bad, but I was in jail at the time, and I don’t have a cell with windows. The wind was apparently really bad. It knocked a bunch of electrical poles over. Contractors from all over drove in to help restore power. I think I heard that some of them were from as far as Arkansas, which is so crazy to me. I could go into more detail about what I experienced during this time, but I think I’ve said just about everything I need to about it. I will tell you that my fridge and freezer did fine. I deliberately didn’t open either of them even once that whole time, to keep as much heat out as possible. I drank directly from the tap, and I had a peanut butter sandwich, since I couldn’t access the jelly. I know a lot of people had it a lot worse than I did. I was able to open some windows in my apartment to keep the air circulating. It was still hot, but not unbearable, and it went back to normal overnight. I was gonna try reading a book to pass the time, but I really only have these so my built-in bookcase doesn’t look empty and pathetic. I don’t actually like to read, and I don’t want to read any of them. I mostly just took naps, and went on a few walks. I took care of my plants and flowers, though, so that took all of ten minutes. There’s a bit of good news, though. For everyone who was in intermittent jail at the time of the power outage, or was scheduled to be while it was still going on, those days were erased from our respective sentences. That means that I don’t have to make up for it later, and push my end date further back than it already is. The way I’m guessing they reason it is that the power outage was basically jail for everyone, though they didn’t actually use that as an explanation. Either way, I’m grateful.

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

Microstory 2052: Day Two

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I have to write this one really quickly, because I’m running out of money, and I know that I really shouldn’t be spending it on the internet, when what I really need is food and shelter, but I figure that I can get those things for free if I’m smart, or just later. First, while my immortality is gone, I’m still running on the energy that I got back when a window to the bulk briefly opened up. I probably won’t have to eat for at least for another week, maybe two. The weather is surprisingly mild here. They say it’s January in Kansas City, but it doesn’t feel like that. I don’t think the temperature—or the weather in general, for that matter—has changed once since I arrived here yesterday. Either your calendar is a lot different than the ones in other universes, or geography is. Maybe the continents drifted differently? Could this version of North America be closer to where the equator would be—wait, no, that doesn’t make any sense. I would have noticed that just by looking at a globe. The equator is the equator, regardless, and we’re about as distant from it as I recall. This is just super weird. Anyway, where was I? Oh, I had a little money in my pocket from Havenverse, and luckily, they use the same kind of bills here. I think that’s kind of how it works, though. Westfall is a special section of a universe-traveling machine called The Crossover. Westfall is seemingly random, and doesn’t send you clear across to a distant brane that’s unlike your own. The whole point is that you usually don’t even realize it’s happened. A lot of things are gonna be the same, like currency, and history, but apparently not weather. Still need to find a job, and a place to live, though. If anyone has any leads, hit me up in the comments. At this point, I’ll do pretty much anything. But I don’t deal with food or cleaning. Or waste or sewage. Or animals, because I’m allergic. And I really don’t like to work with my hands, or lift really heavy objects. I don’t want the environment to be too dirty or cold. I’m also not very skilled, so it needs to be entry level, but still pay extremely well. Other than that, I’m up for anything. Let me know, I’m gonna go take another nap in the park.

Monday, October 16, 2023

Microstory 1996: For the Lulls

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Leonard: How is it that we both have free time right now? Reese is still on his way back from the Capital, but everything’s goin’ so smoothly out there.
Myka: It happens, these people know what they’re doing. So let’s take advantage of it.
Leonard: What are you doing?
Myka: Taking advantage.
Leonard: This is the napping room. 
Myka: Yeah, and Navin is the only one who ever uses it. He’s off today, so we’re alone.
Leonard: It’s still not appropriate.
Myka: Leo, I have fifteen minutes before I have to get back to finalize the quarterly reports. I’m not driving all the way back home.
Leonard: Then we should just not do it. And don’t start thinking it’s because I’m not attracted to you anymore, or some nonsense like that. I just don’t want to have sex at work. Like you said, this is Navin’s room. That’s his bed. It’s not right.
Myka: You’re a better person than I.
Leonard: Let’s just talk. We don’t get to talk anymore. I mean, of course we talk about work all the time, but it’s gotten so busy with all these new recruits that that’s all we can talk about. It seems like I have to run a tour of this place every week.
Myka: Yeah, okay. We’ll just sit and talk. Is it okay to sit on Navin’s bed?
Leonard: I think that will be all right.
*awkward silence*
Myka: This isn’t working.
Leonard: Are you breaking up with me?
Myka: Of course not, but we have to figure out some sort of work-life balance. I’m no good at scheduling time to have a conversation. I’ve tried that. I had a cousin who moved to live abroad in Europe. We tried to have weekly talks in ChatChapp, but eventually just stopped setting the next week up. I haven’t spoken to him in years.
Leonard: That’s sad. But see, it doesn’t matter that we have to be more formal and scheduled. We can talk about that. Tell me about your relationship with this cousin. Have you ever visited him, and-or has he ever come back stateside?
Myka: Neither. At least I don’t think so. Honestly, if he ever came back home, he might not even tell me. *checks watch* Maybe I should just go back to the quarterlies.
Leonard: No, we’re doing good. Let’s change the subject, though, since you’re struggling with it. Let me tell you about my cousins. I have sixteen of them. Don’t know if I ever told you that. *phone rings* Oh, shoot. It’s...it’s the law station.
Myka: Better answer it. They don’t know what time your break is.
Leonard: I love you. *answers phone* Hello?—Yes, this is Supervisory Agent Miazga.—Wait, what? What name did she give you?—Are you sure?—No, I know her.—Yeah, I’ll, uhh...what was that?—Of course not. Is she in there right now?—Let her out of there this instant, give her whatever she asks for, and tell her I’m on my way.—Okay. Thank you. *hangs up*
Myka: What was that about? Did they lock up someone you know?
Leonard: Yeah. It’s my wife, Keziah. She somehow crossed over to this universe.

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Microstory 1962: Arrival

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OSI Director Lotte Washington: Hello, I’m OSI Director—
Henley: Lotte Washington. You’re early. Agent Flynn was meant to escort you from the parking garage.
Director Washington: Yes, my schedule changed. I have too much to do this afternoon, so I decided to come before lunch. I hope that’s okay.
Henley: That’s quite all right. My name is Henley Grahame; receptionist. We would normally print out a badge for you, but we don’t have a machine yet. I have created this check-in list, though, so we’ll be able to keep track of who comes in and out. I don’t want you to worry about our security.
Director Washington: It’s fine. Just point me in the direction of Agent Parsons. We have some urgent business to take care of.
Henley: Yes, of course. Right away. Uhh... *fumbling with the phone* No, that’s not it. Let’s see...page, zero—no, wait. First it’s star, then page.
Director Washington: You don’t have to make an announcement. I’ve taken a cursory glance at the floor plans. I’ll just go up to his office.
Henley: No, wait. That’s not part of our procedures. I swear we’ve come up with them, I just need to find the binder I’ve started. Anaïs! Your name is Anaïs, right?
Anaïs Altimari: *sees Director Washington* Oh, it’s Agent Altimari, Miss Grahame.
Henley: Right. Of course. Would you please take the Director to Agent Parsons’ office?
Anaïs: Certainly. Right this way, sir.
Director Washington: I really can find him myself. But very well, lead the way.
Anaïs: *runs into Timotei* Oh, pardon. Mr. Barber, this is OSI Director Washington.
Timotei: *shaking her hand* Nice to meet you. Timotei Barber, formerly incarcerated, now Head of Procurement. Let me know if you need anything.
Anaïs: *scowling at him* Thank you. You can get back to work now.
Timotei: I’m on lunch. I just can’t take it in the break room, because Navin is sleeping in the other room, and I like to watch my stories while I eat my beans.
Anaïs: *horrified* Oh, he—
Director Washington: ...has anemia. Yes, I’m aware. It’s quite all right. I just need to speak with Agent Parsons. It’s becoming rather urgent.
Timotei: Aren’t you here to take a look at the building? I could show you around. There’s a stall in the restroom that doesn’t quite close.
Anaïs: That’s not why she’s here, Mr. Barber. We’re looking for Parsons.
Timotei: Perfect! I just saw him in the bathroom.
Reese: I’m here, I’m here! Director Washington, welcome to the Department for Exogenic Affairs Headquarters. I trust that everything has gone okay so far?
Director Washington: It’s been fine. You appear to have a good team. You’ll need that soon. Is there somewhere you and I can talk, with Miss Tennison and Mr. Miazga?
Reese: Yes, of course. Please follow me to my office. Thank you Agent Altimari, and Mr. Barber. You can get back to work.
Timotei: I’m on lunch!
Reese: *dismissively* Okay, bye!

Monday, August 28, 2023

Microstory 1961: Alignment

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Reese: Is that everyone? Let’s see; one, two, three... Okay, we’re good. I understand that we all have a lot of work to do, but I think it’ll be worth it to take a few minutes for an alignment meeting to talk about what’s happening tomorrow. Some of you may have already heard that Director for the Office of Special Investigations, Lotte Washington is coming tomorrow for an inspection. I don’t want to scare you, but this is kind of a big deal. I’ve been told that she is here to inspect the remodel of our office space, and that it has nothing to do with us, but I think we all know that it’s not that simple, even if that really is the prime motivation. We will all be under a microscope tomorrow.
Yanna: Even you?
Reese: Especially me, as well as the other two main leaders here. Your behavior will reflect on us. Now, I’m not saying that any of you are behaving badly, but I do want to make sure that you’re extra careful in the hours leading up to her arrival, and obviously, while she’s here. Navin, I know that your naps have been cleared by medical, but is there any way that you could avoid them while she’s in the building?
Navin: If I can get a good idea of when she’ll come, I can be awake and alert for a sufficient amount of time. If there’s a lead team coming before her, that may be an issue.
Reese: There should be no lead team. She does not travel with a security contingency.
Celandine Robles: She may for this, though. Right or wrong, she may be uncomfortable around the freepersons, and feel compelled to take extra precautions.
Reese: That may be the case, but if it is, they’ll come with her, rather than ahead of time. Navin, we’ll make sure you get your rest, and take your medication, so you can be presentable with the time comes. That goes for all of you, you need to be presentable. We’ve been lax on the dress code, because I personally do not care, but when we have guests, you’ll need to be wearing nice clothes. Myka has agreed to visit your homes to take a look at your respective wardrobes. If need be, we’ll purchase one set of business casual for you. But only if you need it, and it will be a one time thing. Paychecks will start rolling in, and you should be good to go from then on out. Any other questions?
Henley Grahame: *raising her hand* Yes, I’ve been assigned to reception and switchboard, but we haven’t nailed down the procedures yet. I assume that mine will be the first face the Director sees tomorrow. I mean, I know how to greet people politely, but I’m worried there is some nuance that I’m going to miss, since it’ll be my first time.
Inge Flynn: Yours will not be the first face she sees. I’ve just been assigned internal security, and will be working with you at the front, at least for now. When Director Washington gets here, I’ll greet her in the parking garage, and escort her in. I’ll introduce you, but you won’t have to sign her in, or anything. If there’s blowback for us not having a badge printer yet, or really anything of that nature, I’ll take the heat.
Henley: Okay, I appreciate it.
Reese: Good questions, good answers. Anything else? [...] No? Cool. Like I said, this is a big deal. For most of you, there should be no reason to speak unless she or I ask you to. If she does indicate that you need to interact with her, of course do so respectfully, but don’t talk her ear off. Hopefully it will be quick and painless, and over quickly, and she’ll be pleased with what she sees. Until then, go on home early. We’ll see you tomorrow.

Friday, August 25, 2023

Microstory 1960: Checking In

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Reese: Good, you’re both here. Just checking in. We didn’t talk at all yesterday after everyone split up with their respective teams. Did everything go okay?
Myka: Yeah, no problems. Nothing to report.
Leonard: I have something to report.
Reese: What is it?
Leonard: The hacker is from another universe; evidently came here the same way I did, and it wasn’t her first time either. She’s been on this planet longer than any of us. I don’t know if the government knows this, or not. If they don’t, I think we shouldn’t tell them.
Reese: That’s...an interesting development. No, we should definitely not tell them. Out of everyone they hired for this new department, they were most worried about her. I would ask you to keep an eye on her, but I’m not going to talk to her about it for now.
Leonard: Understood.
Myka: You came in here already with a nervous look on your face, Reese. What’s up?
Reese: The OSI Director wants to speak with me. I don’t know what it could be about.
Myka: Well, I’m sure it’s about this, right? You just started a new department. We’ve not really done anything yet, but she probably wants to take your temperature on it. That’s what you’re doing with the two of us right now, yeah?
Reese: I’m hoping to get the three of us on the same page, in case something’s wrong. Leonard, what you told me about our hacker, that’s good. Is there anything else I should know? No matter how insignificant it may sound, we should share it.
Myka: Well, Navin really does take naps. He wasn’t joking about that.
Reese: Yeah, it’s a medical condition. He cleared that before he took the job.
Myka: Then I can’t think of anything else.
Leonard: You should talk to SI Eliot first. Take his temperature, if I’m using that idiom correctly. I’ve never heard it before.
Myka: That was right.
Reese: That’s a good idea. *dials Myka’s phone*
SI Eliot: *through the speakerphone* This is Eliot.
Reese: Hey, Hisham; it’s Reese. You got Myka and Leonard on the line too.
SI Eliot: What’s up?
Reese: We just wanted to touch base with you regarding this conference call that the Director requested for tomorrow. Do you know anything about that, and is there something I should know before that happens?
SI Eliot: Oh, it’s not a conference call. She’ll be coming down.
Reese: Okay, well, see, that worries me. We’re not really ready for prime time. Like, does she know about Misra’s naps? And Woodloch’s computer isn’t working right...
SI Eliot: This isn’t about you, Reese. She wants to see how the building turned out. If anyone gets in trouble, it’ll be the contractors we hired for the remodel.
Reese: Are you sure?
SI Eliot: I’m sure. Hey, I gotta jump on another call, but you’ll be fine. *hangs up*
Reese: Okay, now I’m really worried.
Leonard: Yeah. He’s lying.

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Microstory 1958: No Offense

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Myka Tennison: You’re Navin, right? That’s how you pronounce it?
Navin Misra: Navin Misra, sir.
Myka: You don’t have to call me sir.
Navin: You’re my boss, right?
Myka: Yes, but I prefer Myka.
Navin: I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir. I’m sorry, it’s just the way that I grew up.
Myka: Okay, I can accept that. So, I just wanted to talk to you. The brass didn’t tell me what experience you have. You’re an expert in maintenance, is it? Or was it cleaning?
Navin: Maintenance and repair, yes. I used to work in an office building. It wasn’t just offices. They had a pool, and a gym, and even a dance studio. To be honest, I never understood what they did. Well, there were multiple companies, but I think they were kind of related. Anyway, I picked up a lot of skills there. I’ve had no formal training. One time a dancer accidentally kicked a hole in the drywall, so I had to figure out how to fix it. That was back before VidChapp, so trial and error was the name of the game. As for cleaning, that’s what I did in prison. So yeah, I suppose you could call me an expert in that too, but it’s really not that hard.
Myka: Okay, great. I’ll really be leaning on your for that, because I don’t have much experience fixing things. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to manual labor, but always after someone teaches me how to do it. If you’re good at learning on the job, and improvising, that could really help us around here.
Navin: You’ve done labor? No offense, but how, as a volunteer?
Myka: I’ve held down a few jobs in my day. I didn’t make all my money from stealing. In fact, I never did it enough to pay for much. No bank heists for me.
Navin: Wait, stealing? You’re a thief?
Myka: I was. I’m reformed. I’ve gone legit.
Navin: Why would the government hire someone with a—no offense—checkered past?
Myka: *shrugs* Why did they hire you?
Navin: Because I found out about aliens, and they figured that the best way to keep me quiet was to pay me.
Myka: Yeah, same here.
Navin: I thought you were the boss.
Myka: The boss? No. A boss—your boss, yeah. But I don’t intend to abuse my power. We’ll work together; I won’t just tell you to do everything while I sit in my office all day.
Navin: No, I mean...they put an ex-con in charge of an entire department? No offense.
Myka: This whole place is a department. We’re in Facilities, which is known as its own section. There’s also a field agent section, and a finance section...
Navin: I understand that, I’m just surprised. Does anyone who already worked for the government work here?
Myka: Reese was a Fugitive agent, and Leonard was a parole officer in another life. Other than that, no. The majority of us have what you would call checkered pasts.
Navin: This place is wild. I think I’m gonna need a nap to wrap my head around it.
Myka: Cool. I’ll show you the Chambre de Sieste that I made behind the break room.

Friday, April 21, 2023

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: February 16, 2399

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Leona tried to think about what the code to the computer would be. She realized that it wouldn’t just be something that she would choose, but something that Coronel Zacarias would know that she would choose. But that’s ridiculous, because he doesn’t know her well. That’s not the right way to put it. He barely knows her. He could not have come up with a password for her to use, and even if he could, he would know it too, which would not alter the chances of the Fifth Divisioners from getting their hands on it. This must not have anything to do with him. So she decided to just sit down and see for herself. She tried to access the computer, and was met with a question. What was the name of your first pet? A security question, like what a bank might use to verify a customer’s identity? How would anyone involved know the answer? She answered it with an N/A, because she’s never had a pet before, but the window trembled, and switched to a different question. Where did you go to high school?
“How many are there?” she asked Summit.
He was reluctant to answer. “Hundreds. When you get one wrong, it skips it, and comes back later. We’ve actually gotten a few right just by guessing, but as soon as you answer one wrong, the cycle will start over.”
“And they’re all about me?”
“None of them appear to be specific to you, but when you consider them as a whole, I was able to detect a pattern, and determine that you’re the admin.”
“How did these questions get here?”
Summit lifted his chin and rolled his eyes around. “This place is incredibly mysterious. Maybe it can read your mind.”
She looked back at the screen. “That’s not unsettling.” She cleared her throat, cracked some joints, and got to work.
It’s been hours. A lot of these questions are really tough. For one, she has to be perfect with her syntax, and even capitalization. She has to word it the exact right way, even if a normal person would accept a variation as close enough. Secondly, some answers are completely wrong because the answer is only located in her subconscious. She took a few naps to spark her memory of a few of them. For instance, she technically never had a pet, but when she was little, she found a rabbit with a broken leg in her front yard. She tried to nurse it back to health without telling her parents. This was before her mother died, in an old timeline. Secret. Goddammit, no. Secret Delaney. That’s it.
Even with her naps, she’s tired as hell. It’s stressful, trying to run through the whole thing with no mistakes. She’s almost there. If she can only remember her first license plate number, it will be over. It actually says that on the screen; that it’s the final unanswered security question. She’s already messed this one up twice, but she has to be able to remember it. Summit was right, they have to be coming from her own mind, which means that it’s in there somewhere. She just has to access it.
Summit is nodding in the periphery. “You got this.” He slaps her in the back encouragingly.
Leona breathes in through her nose, and out through her mouth. She closes her eyes, and types, trying to let her subconscious take the reins. She opens them to make sure she didn’t accidentally press the equal sign, or something, then submits. “We’re in!”
“Great job!”
A hologram is projected on the view window that shows the Nexus machine in the other room. It’s streaming the security feeds from the exterior cameras. “I’m glad we shut the doors. They’re trying to get in. They’ve probably been trying the whole time. They’ve resorted to explosives.”
“Should we be worried?” Summit asks.
“My understanding is that the walls and doors are virtually indestructible. I’m not worried, but they should be. I don’t think this material is designed to absorb the blast. I think it reflects it.” She swipes the feed away, and returns the glass to normal window mode. “Who cares. The computer is unlocked now, so we can go wherever we want.”
“Maybe later, but I need you to bring my mother here.”
“Right, we haven’t talked about that. Who is your mother?”
“Unlock the address, and you’ll see for yourself,” Summit says.
“It’s the Crucia Heavy, isn’t it?”
He just bobs his head, and gazes through the window.
“Yeah, it’s the Crucia Heavy.” It must be, or he wouldn’t be acting so cagey about it. “How does this even work? There’s no Nexus on Flindekeldan”
“Is there not? Hm. Then you may as well unlock it, because it doesn’t matter, does it?” He doesn’t look at her.
She narrows her eyes at him. “I’m trusting you.”
“Good. I trust you too, Madam Matic.” Still no eye contact.
She sighs, and checks the slip of paper for the term sequence. “Computer, unlock this terminal for passage, please.” She holds the paper out so any of the many hidden cameras can see.”
Designated terminal now open,” the computer responds. No sooner does it finish its sentence does the Nexus begin to power up.
“Unscheduled offworld activation!” Leona shouts as a nod to a TV show that no one on this planet has ever heard of. She laughs and steps out of the control room, to the top of the stairs
Technicolor lights fill the portal, then fade away. A young woman is standing in the pit, but it’s not who she thought it would be. When Leona and the team—which back then included Olimpia and Jeremy, but not Ramses—first arrived on Flindekeldan, they were greeted by the Crucia Heavy, Zora Loncar. It wasn’t long before Leona found herself training with The Highest Order to be a warrior capable of protecting herself, and dedicated to defending others. It’s a highly rigorous training program, but it is not a formal school. Students graduate when they’re ready, at whatever level of skill and expertise that they feel comfortable moving on with. Most of the time, Leona was training with Ellie Underhill. One person came and went, choosing to only learn enough to fend off any attackers in darkened parking garages. Besides them, the only other student she ever knowingly met was a woman by the name of, “Iris Blume.”
Iris smirks back at her. She lifts her brace, which is just what the Highest Order calls a bo staff. Before Leona can react, she brings it down, and smacks her in the face. Leona falls to the floor, but catches herself. She does one push up, which gets her back to her feet. Iris is in the middle of trying to strike again, but this time, Leona is ready. She fights back, and they go at it for the next few minutes. Iris is not holding back, and Leona can’t tell if this is some kind of progress report, or if she’s truly trying to hurt her. The fight ends when a powerful concussive force sends them both flying to the opposite side of the room. The two of them land on the accessibility ramp, while Summit lands under them on the floor.
Leona leans up against the wall, and looks over to the door. So maybe it doesn’t reflect all of the blast, but can send part of it through itself. Even so, the door has held, so that’s something. “Computer, show me the outside.”
A hologram appears over the pit, showing the Fifth Divisioners coming back from their hiding spots to examine the damage, of which there is none.
“How many?” Iris asks.
“Two hundred and sixteen,” Summit says as he’s pulling himself up to the ramp.
“How many innocent?”
“Twenty-four.”
Leona looks over at him. “There were more than that when I left.”
He hangs his head. “I know. I tried to keep the death to a minimum, but they really wanted access to this computer, and the Coronel wasn’t cooperating.”
Leona hops off the ramp, and picks up Iris’ brace. “Computer, open the door in thirty seconds. Once we’re through, close it up again, and don’t open it for anyone but me, Coronel Zacarias, or any of his trusted people, as long as they’re not requesting entrance under duress. Does that make sense?”
Understood,” the AI replies.
“That’s not Constance, is it?” Iris asks.
No one replies, so the computer answers for itself. “I am not Constance. My name is Opsocor.
“What’s the game plan?” Iris asks.
“We’re going to go out there and take this facility back. Do you have a problem with that.” Leona asks.
“Nope.” Iris hops off the ramp. “I just wanted to make sure that we were on the same page.” Stakes her brace back. “You’ve fought well, but this is mine.”
“Computer, give me a weapon, please.”
The Nexus powers up. Her own brace appears on the floor.
“You can just...do that?”
“We have a good working relationship,” Leona explains.
The door opens up.
“Let’s go!”

Sunday, June 26, 2022

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: April 23, 2398

Mateo stayed up all night while the forger was working, so he has to take in a nap in the middle of the day. Leona is anxious to get to her new job, but she is going to have to wait a few weeks. The access badge she was given is ready on its own, but the backstory is not. She can’t just waltz in there and expect the humans to be as accommodating as the radio-controlled doors. The lie is that she’s transferring from another university, but it will take time to process the paperwork, and field the calls that her future supervisor will make to verify the request. Ramses, on the other hand, is all ready to go. It only takes a single call from store to store to verify his transfer, and his manager doesn’t need a bunch of information in this regard. He’s a warm body capable of performing a hard reset on a laptop; that’s good enough. She decides to accompany him on his orientation just to offer support. He thinks that’s a little weird, but the manager does not.
“We’re always looking for new recruits,” Oswald tells her enthusiastically.
“Okay, um. I would only be able to work part time,” Leona explains, wondering if this is truly why she came. “I have something else in the evenings.”
“That’s fine,” Oswald says. “Can you start right now?”
“You don’t want to interview me?” she questions.
“All right,” Oswald decides. “Initiate interview: how much do you want?”
“Normal entry level pay,” she answers.
“That’s only thirty dollars an hour.”
“Wow. Inflation has gotten pretty bad, hasn’t it?” Leona muses.
Oswald shrugs. “Hm. Seems normal to me, but okay, entry level. Deactivate interview. Activate offer: you got the job. Do you want it, or not?”
“I’ll take it,” Leona agrees. And just like that, she has a day job.
“Good.” Oswald is relieved. “By company policy, I have to be in the room while you watch the orientation video. I generally prefer to start as many people as I can on the same day. Sorry, Mister Abda...Abdula—”
“Abdulrashid,” Ramses helps.
“Right. Sorry, but you have to watch it too, even though you’re a transfer.”
“That’s okay,” Ramses assures him.
The video is fine, but it might get tedious after having to watch it for the upteenth time. While Oswald is wearing his headphones against the back wall, cleverly placed so he can’t be seen not paying attention through the window, the two of them learn about where they’re going to work. An anthropomorphic diamond appears on the screen with a big smile on its face. “Welcome to Tialma IRL, our brick and mortar division of Tialma Systems. Just so you know, there are two other divisions within the main corporation: Tialma Digital, and Tialma Services. You may be working with other team members from these departments, so it’s important that you’re aware of them on your first day. Speaking of which, congratulations. You have chosen to work for one of the most innovative, socially conscious, and inclusive stores in the world. At Tialma, we believe that the customer comes first, the employee comes second, and the shareholders come last. We’re not here to make money. We’re here to support the community, and you’re an integral component of that strategy. Let me explain to you what we mean by that.”
Once the generic video is over, they’re given a quiz on it, which they ace easily. They’re then handed aptitude tests. Leona will just be a salesperson, while Ramses will work in the repair department in back. They each ace their own test too, affording Leona a ten dollar increase in pay, and automatically assigning Ramses as the lead technician of his team. Unfortunately, this means demoting the guy who already had that job. They’re starting to learn that this is a pretty cutthroat reality, which stresses competition over personal growth and success. You have to be the best, and then stay the best. The main sequence encourages healthy competition as well, but with a much stronger emphasis on the healthy part. The Third Rail doesn’t care how you win, just that you’re the one at the top of the hill. This mentality is probably what led to all of their wars. According to his new coworkers, Ramses’ predecessor ended up where he was because he sabotaged the team lead before him. They recommend he sleep with one eye open.
Leona has a slightly more pleasant experience on the floor. Her coworkers don’t have the same drive to destroy everyone else on the ladder with them. Thirty to forty bucks is enough for their single, studio apartment lifestyles, and they’re not going to work too hard to go places they don’t wanna go. They don’t think it’s worth it. Leona has always had ambition, but she’s also always appreciated just being relaxed and comfortable. She finds the job itself a little difficult at first. She’s incredibly intelligent, but she’s not too terribly experienced with this reality’s technology, so she makes a couple of mistakes. It doesn’t cause the company any money, but the customers wouldn’t exactly rate their visit an 11 out of 10 either. She’s entitled to the 40 an hour she was promised for today, but starting tomorrow, it will only be 39. She doesn’t care about the money, but she doesn’t like to fail, so she downloads the worker’s guidebook, the inventory specifications list, and several technical manuals for the most important items in the store. She spends about $150 on this educational material, which is almost all the money she made during her four-hour shift.

Thursday, March 4, 2021

Microstory 1574: Nap

Prompt
I just woke up from a very unfulfilling nap where I dreamt that...

Botner
I think I had a dream once that my future husband and I were in our bedroom talking. We were talking about what a close relationship he wants to have with his parents. I remember talking about how he needs to talk to them before he tells them about our relationship. The problem is, they are moving and they are leaving the state before he can tell them, or they are moving to another country. He left to go talk to them and I got mad because I was supposed to tell them before they moved. I went to go talk to them and found that they had moved and I wasn’t invited to the wedding. My fiancé was there though. He was not at the wedding. I was so mad. I looked over at my fiancé and he had tears in his eyes. I felt bad. Then I woke up. I am always very, very glad that I am not still in that relationship. When I had this dream, I always thought, man, maybe I’m about to have a really bad life. I’ve recently gotten into reading the Harry Potter books. And I think I’m in the...

Conclusion
...minority here, because everyone else has already read them, and they managed to do it before all the news broke about the author’s transphobia. I’m in the middle of the third one, and I don’t know if I should keep going. It’s one thing for an actor or filmmaker to be cancelled. You can still enjoy their work, because it’s not just their work. A lot of people worked very hard to make that, and why should they suffer because this one person screams at young women, or does worse to them? This is different. She’s the only person who made these books, and I feel committed to them, but I also feel dirty. The nap was meant to make me feel better, but I only feel worse now, because the doorbell rang in the middle of a cycle, or something, and my heart is racing. I can’t even remember what happened in the dream, and it was only moments ago. That’s why I started talking about an old dream. Though, maybe it’s more relevant to my anxiety than the recent one was. People around me were making decisions, and they weren’t asking for my input, or even warning me about them. That’s kind of how I feel about cancel culture. So much of it is happening too fast that I don’t have time to really dig deep, and find out what happened. I’m just supposed to accept that we don’t like this person anymore, and not ask questions. The author thing is a pretty easy answer, but they’re not all like that, I just don’t know. I guess that’s what the dream was trying to teach me, that I have to slow down, and make time for the facts, or I’ll make bad decisions, and piss off everyone else.