Thursday, June 09, 2005

36. ant trail

Stupid Torrid!, mentally raged Landau . It had erase, along with every contaminated employee, any chance he had to get to the root of the problem. That would've been too simple. No, he had to ask for clearance so he could contaminate another one – a nutritionist, the less qualified one off the most tasteless project, the Quantic Mixer. Suddenly epiphanic, the guy dropped out in the middle of a job, stalked into his Human Asset Department and showed remarkable stubborness over the idea of ripping out every consignated implant on his body right there and then, besides paying up a 2% fee over the total sum of the project contract for quitting with no cause and no prior notice – which really meant to owe his very pantaloons to the end of his sorry life. Landau kept listening for more.

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