The Fantabulous
TESLAA-O-Coi-2 examined the well loaded tray she had 'requisitioned' from a passing RED citizen, giving it a few exploratory prods with her Specialized-Produce-Oralizing-Retrieval-Kit and waiting to see if any thing squirmed. Finally she decided the hash looked mostly edible and carefully took a mouthful, wondering if those Infrared-level drugs were worth it just to make these taste vaguely food-like. Still, this considerably better than the soylent quality control line.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Silence is eating his breakfast happily a new mask tilted upwards upon his face. He decides to make merry and chat with his fellow ORANGE level troublrshooters. He sees some familiar faces.
"So everyone is well I assume? Another glorious day serving friend computer!"
poisonpenpal
WOLF stalks hidden for a moment before pouncing on an unsuspecting RED. He commandeers the RED's tray with a mad look on his face. WOLF eyes almost seemed to gleam purple like madness, like an insanity deep buried within and infinite, spiraling. The RED cowers at WOLF's flowery prose as well he should be afraid. WOLF slams the tray next to TESLAA.
"Ah, hello citizen TESLAA. I certainly hope you don't hold any particularyly hard feelings that would most likely be carried over from any previous Troubleshooting missions?"
Saint Laughter
The Fantabulous
"Ah, SILENCE! Oh, and WOLF..." TESLAA sighed though she seemed to be better humored if not sarcastic in her dislike for the trouble-shooter, "I am sufficiently joyous, yes, and I presume you are of equal bodily status?" She replies, then turning to WOLF, "Such a grudge died with my previous clone... And your previous four." She added with a barely contained snicker.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
poisonpenpal
WOLF languidly observes is nail.
"Hm yes I am become death. Oh and SILENCE almost didn't see ya there. You're were pretty cool if not homicidal enough."
Saint Laughter
The Fantabulous
"WOLF, Jason-V-orh-ES wouldn't be homicidal enough for your tastes."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
"Murderous rage is not something for me my fellow troubleshooters," Silence responds finishing his food and pulling his mask down. It seems no different than the original except for a few new patterns.
"I was promoted to MECHANICAL ENGINEERING and I must say it is much better!" The eyes on the mask shift displaying a slightly cheeky look.
"But before I gush about my promotion, how about you two? Where were you promoted to?"
The Fantabulous
"COMPUTER PROGRAMMING, and associated supervision. It's not bad as far as jobs go... Congratulations on getting into engineering, though." TESLAA gave up on chewing the hash and tried to wash out the taste with her mandatory beverage.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
poisonpenpal
WOLF jumps atop the table. "HA! I COULD tell you about my misadventures up to this point between success an do nthe eve of this new possible-failure, but that would be telling!" He hops down and begins eating again. "Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm assisting some sort of inquisition. Friend Computer was iffy on the details but now I get to burn books!"
Saint Laughter
A red level trouble shooter walks up, carrying a large red cushion with an orange, vaguely cone shaped hat on it. A large, plastic spoon is attached to the front of the hat. He carries it to Wolf-O-WAG-2. "Sir, your hat to mark your role as a Spoonish Inquisitor. You left it at the book bonfire last night. Again. " he says. "The Grand Inquisitor said to remind you that while he appreciates your enthusiasm, dancing naked around the bonfire is not mandatory."
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Back after a long hiatus
Lanius dashes in and hurriedly grabs a tray from a passing RED, obviously late. He slides in next to Wolf and says "I got promoted to Education Officer! I teach new Troubleshooters how to do their jobs correctly. Pretty fun, if you ask me." He slurps some Bouncing Bubbly Beverage.
edited 22nd Mar '15 4:56:04 PM by Tojin
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
The Fantabulous
TESLAA was quiet for a moment as she regretted sipping that drink-like liquid, "Well, congratulations to you in your new pyrotechnical duties, I suppose. You're probably better suited to that than sanitary officer, to be honest - no offense, naturally."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
"I get to fix Jack Bots! Even better I do not need to put a hand on them. I have Infrareds to do it for me!" Silence was pleased "Ah Lanius good to see you again."
poisonpenpal
WOLF snatches the hat and affixes properly to his head, commanding GREAT RESPECT and INFINITE ADMIRATION and maybe everyone in the general area could SWOON A LITTLE. "Ah yes, my hat how carless of me. Yes, perhaps I shall learn to exhibit some restraint in the near future? Maybe not. Oh and tell the grand Inquisitor 'Sorry about the rug.'... he'll know what it means." WO Lf turns his head and sees LANIUS, letting out a sort of squee. "Ah! Now we can wreack proper chaos."
edited 22nd Mar '15 4:59:35 PM by WolfAmongGods
Saint Laughter
The Fantabulous
"Very fetching hat... It makes me miss you feather boa, LANIUS, to be honest. Did you ever find out where it went?"
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
"I assumed it was vaporized somewhere along the way. It seems like the most logical conclusion," Silence responds.
"So my job involves fixing Jack Bots. Wolf's is book burning about spoons... Lanius teaches. What does programming bring Tessla? When I worked in it I made certain computer based materials acceptable for the public, how about you? What is the job like for you?"
The Fantabulous
"Oh you know - editing software coding, uploading it, watching the recipient machine go homicidal, wipe the blood of its chassis and put its code back the way it was..." TESLAA shrugged, "A little slow at times but rewarding."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
poisonpenpal
"I once saw a toaster flange three guys at once... what kind of techsupport would you reccomend for that exacly?"
Saint Laughter
"Not easy. Programming never is. Could be worse. Jackbots while helpful are notoriously quick to turn if you feed them the wrong program. I have lost 2 Infrareds because I told them to feed Cartridge G into the green slot and then they stick it in the blue spot. G is for Green..."
poisonpenpal
"And then it took their fingers as trophies. Toaster are monsters."
Saint Laughter
The Fantabulous
"Yeah, trusting anything that requires reasoning above bacterial levels to infrareds is probably a risk too far... I'm fairly sure the units I've been trying to improve were actually designed to murder everything with any improvement of their efficiency." TESLAA pondered, handing her half finished tray to a passing RED, "I think it may just be a part of their inherent design, they're just really bad at it ."
edited 22nd Mar '15 7:12:45 PM by Lt.BGob
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
poisonpenpal
"I think my microwave is plotting to kill me." WOLF heaves his finished tray to an unsuspecting RED with a 'Think fast!' and the RED caught it. WOLF gives him a thumbs up. "So LANIUS I'm sure you teach up-and-coming Troubleshooters the right way? Basically everything I do?"
edited 22nd Mar '15 7:17:20 PM by WolfAmongGods
Saint Laughter
"But somehow we were all Infrareds once... it's puzzling how does one exactly move up? I may ask Friend Computer that question one day. But I have more important questions for them," His expression seemed to change to wistful thinking.
"Though what about you guys? Think we will ever get the fabled laser rifles?"
poisonpenpal
WOLF looks over to SILENCE. "Funny you mention that actually. Promotions are easy. They just need to come from someone that outranks your clearance."
Saint Laughter
It's the beginning of another beautiful day cycle in Alpha Complex. The freshly cleaned hallways sparkle under the flickering luminescent panels in the ceiling. Infrared, red, orange, and even a few yellow citizens bustle around busily, under the constant benevolent gaze of Friend Computer. Higher ranking green, blue, indigo, violet, and the almost mythological ultraviolet level citizens are still sleeping the fitful, nervous sleep of those Friend Computer has entrusted with higher levels of responsibility and lower levels of mood altering drugs.
You are all gathered in a red level dining hall for breakfast. Several tables along one wall are painted orange, reserved for orange level trouble shooters who have been fortunate enough to survive dangerous missions long enough to get promoted. Red citizens are expected to line up along a buffet line and pick out soylent hash, protein waffles, and Near-Caf. Orange citizens wait until a red citizen walks by with a particular well loaded tray, then orders the red citizen to hand over his tray. The red citizen, happy to have his hard-bought breakfast now being enjoyed by a much more important citizen, eagerly goes to the back of the line with what are surely joyful grumblings.
Surely, this is a good time to meditate on how much your lives have been improved now that you are now longer part of the heavily drugged infrared class as you take the slightly-less powerful mind-numbing drugs issued to red and orange level citizens.
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