Fiction Friction

After some creative speculation and such on the NeuroForums, I happened to be talking with a fellow West Coast operative the other night, joking around about the aforementioned things, and offhandedly came up with something interesting.

This one's for you, Xul:
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Inside one of the mid-level floors of a towering office building with impossibly tinted windows, amongst various rows of cubicles and window-offices, stand two individuals. They are talking:

Charles: "Have any of you spotted any of Max's stuff still lying around? I have the feeling the fellow didn't clean everything out."
Gertrude: "That's not possible, Mr. Hastings, the Cleaning Team did a full purging of his office."
Charles: "You sure about that, 'Mata Hari'?"
Gertrude: "I told you to stop calling me that, Mr. Hastings. It is not only rude, but unprofessional."

A young woman in a dressed in a crisp business suit walks up, and begins to address Charles and Gertrude.

Madeline: "Are you two done with your banter? Ms. Fischer has called a board meeting to be held 15 minutes from now in General Assembly Room 5C"
Charles: "G.A. Room 5C? That place is all the way up on the 60th floor. What the hell is she having it here for?"
Madeline: "Do I need to remind you again about questioning Ms. Fischer's administrative decisions, Mr. Hastings?"
Charles: "No ma'am."

Madeline nods and then walks off past the rest of the cubicles, turning around a corner and disappearing.
Charles and Gertrude turn and walk off in the opposite direction, towards the elevators. As they arrive in the large room, surrounded on all sides by various elevators, they encounter another lively looking young gentleman.

Jack: Charlie, mate! Haven't seen you around much. How ya going?
Charles: Just great, Jack. How's everything out in Mnemonics these days?
Jack: Eh, trooping along as usual. You up for some drinks after this uh..."meeting"? It's Friday night after all, mate!
Charles: Sure, why not.
Jack: Great! Hey Zelly, you up for a couple of rounds too?
Gertrude rolls her eyes and addresses Jack in a flat tone.
Gertrude: No, Mr. Sampson. For the twentieth time. I don't drink.
Jack: Ahhhh, your loss! Haha. (Jack gives Charles a hearty slap on the back) Looks like it'll just be me and Charlie, then.

The elevator arrives, the doors open, and the three step in. In a few moments they are up on the 60th floor, pushing open the enormous double-doors and crossing the threshhold into General Assembly Room 5C. The room is very spacious, with on ominously high ceiling. Its contents are limited to one or two paintings adorning the wall, a set of low-hanging ceiling lights, and a very large circular table, around which a grand assortment of people are already sitting. One particular figure is standing at the opposite end of the table which Charles, Jack, and Gertrude are now approaching. She calls out to them, somewhat excitedly:

Bridget: Ah! Excellent timing. I was hoping you three would have the decency show up. Now, take your seats, if you please. We have some business to attend to.
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Sorry about that.
But is it such a crime to let the imagination run completely wild every now and then?
I should hope not.

That's just one crazy little possibility of what daily life at Neurocam might be.

What do you think?

Bridget's Mirror

If you haven't noticed, there is some buzz traveling around among the other operatives right now about an assignment involving Bridget Fischer.

I've been informed that the lovely Ms. Fischer is going to be gracing the West Coast Chapter of NCI with her presence in Los Angeles soon.

Maybe we'll be lucky enough to sit down and have a chat with our favorite enigmatic C.E.O.

Now that I have your attention

I suppose I should say that I regret cutting off my blog and denying myself the opportunity to show off the interesting assignments that are taking place out here on the West Coast.
I could have started down a road to become the "Graham Henstock" of the U.S.

But what would be the fun in that?

If I served every juicy detail of my Neurocam adventures on a silver platter for the curious eyes of the blogging community to feast upon, that would just suck an element of intrigue and mystery out of it...at least for the ones reading the blogs.
Even other operatives are withholding a significant amount of information (I'm looking at you, Mr. Avery "Bombshell Droppin" Cardoza. Lady J. You too, Constance).
Perhaps even more than we realize.

The blogging trend seems to be a self-destructive cycle:
People seek out this little community, hungering for information, starving to know more of what they are too impatient to wait to find out for themselves.
Yet, once they get their own hands on something unique, they start to doubt and wonder whether they really should share it with the others. And then they become resolute simply not to share it at all, or only a little.
One could say that some derive a certain strange pleasure from the giving and witholding of information.
It is a prominant throughout all of this, because we know very well that it is part of Neurocam's modus operandi.
(Note: The above conjectures are simply conjectures. They relate in no way to me)

Now you ask: "Did you get any pleasure out of it?"
I say: "Not at all."

Well, then why did you do it?
Because I thought I might gain something.

Was there anything to gain from it?
Honestly I don't know at this point.

For now, I'll look at it as a loss on my part.
A type of detachment from the "group" that was perhaps created unnecessarily.

Of course, as always, there are instances where Neurocam forbids you to say anything at all.
I'm not overlooking that.

Keeping that in mind:
It seems as though I've had my chance, and I chose to wait it out in silence.

So it looks like I'm back...

The question is: "Why?"

I'm sure all of you would like to know.

However, I'm not going to talk about that just yet.

Have a little more faith

...and don't second-guess the ones who hold the reins.