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?
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?
posted by Midnight at 4:24:00 PM
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People do not talk like this.
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