Faith, Or The Opposite Of Pride

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Location: Work.
Mission Accomplished: Scouting out the fourth floor.
Listening: "New Orleans Is Sinking" ~ The Tragically Hip.

4:56 P.M. and all remains still. My reconaissance mission around the fourth floor turned up little: a chart showing that half of Space Operations was out of the office today; a foreign laptop plugged in in one of the stripped-down visitors' offices; managers' offices closed up hours earlier than usual. Nothing more conclusive than anything I had already, in other words.

The only point of concern: passing by the cubicle of my favorite Information Systems tech, Xerxes, I heard him on the phone, sniffling. Curious, I lingered, admiring a piece of corporate "art" in a cheesy brass frame, and heard him say something about having to get in early tomorrow to get his car out of the garage. I felt bad eavesdropping and so then moved on, but with a deep sense of dread.

Has it actually begun?




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