My day, up to the point where I wanted to enter my locked, thumbprint and iris scan secured cubicle and found the door ajar, was filled with a sense of foreboding.
At 06:75 my alarm started blaring some newly discovered starlet’s first hit. I hoped it would be her last. I bashed the snooze button and managed to spill last nights dregs of synthohol onto the carpet The HoovaK sprang into action only do die with a whimper two seconds later. “Verfluchte Maschinenwirtschaft” I thought, now I’d have to fill in a requisition form in triplicate to get a new one. Sleep was no longer an option. I kicked the HoovaK, chipping my toenail in the process.
The MetroBots were out in full force, pointing their flashsticks at the masses as they filed past. “Most likely looking for contraband” my neighbor mumbled. Thank Corp I still had that ticket…” THE TICKET ” – I had left it at home! Too late now to get it. Acting nonchalant, I filed past and arrived at Corp Inc. just in time to see Ben drink the last of the coffee.
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