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Draugvan
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Original poster
Mayeda exited the taxi to a wash of autumn air.
"Why do I have to do this?" he poses to himself, as though he could have provided an answer.
Mayeda shut the car door and moved into the high-rise foyer before him, 'NOVA' shining overhead. A flush of warmth enveloped him in irony with cool office lighting playing off his sour face. A short lift ride later and he was greeted with the Ministry's uptown liaison on the 27th floor.
"Ministry of Welfare..." he clips to himself as he waddles through rows of cubicles, "...thousands of man-hours on deck, and a dozen officiaries in and out every day, and I've gotta be sent in at bloody midnight...?". Mayeda took a deep breath with a glance to the nearest clock - 11.35pm. A sigh escapes him. He felt blush. He be better to manage his colour, after all the proof was all around him.
A brief nod to himself and he was reassured in his commitment to continue these late-night data runs. The Ministry of Welfare took census on 80% of the modern and rural districts. With numbers like that, a perennial service is not only paramount, but necessary. He could have another job. Or he could have no job...so maybe this wasn't so bad in the scheme of things.
11.47pm and Mayeda is on his way back to ground floor. He watches out of a window at the western skyline. A sea of countless points, with the whale beginning to dive under the horizon. From here every light was a pin-prick on a city grid. Humanity on a spreadsheet. If you could draw a line from the western whale to the soon-rising sun in the east, how much would it tell you?
The elevator pings to the 27th.
"Why do I have to do this?" he poses to himself, as though he could have provided an answer.
Mayeda shut the car door and moved into the high-rise foyer before him, 'NOVA' shining overhead. A flush of warmth enveloped him in irony with cool office lighting playing off his sour face. A short lift ride later and he was greeted with the Ministry's uptown liaison on the 27th floor.
"Ministry of Welfare..." he clips to himself as he waddles through rows of cubicles, "...thousands of man-hours on deck, and a dozen officiaries in and out every day, and I've gotta be sent in at bloody midnight...?". Mayeda took a deep breath with a glance to the nearest clock - 11.35pm. A sigh escapes him. He felt blush. He be better to manage his colour, after all the proof was all around him.
A brief nod to himself and he was reassured in his commitment to continue these late-night data runs. The Ministry of Welfare took census on 80% of the modern and rural districts. With numbers like that, a perennial service is not only paramount, but necessary. He could have another job. Or he could have no job...so maybe this wasn't so bad in the scheme of things.
11.47pm and Mayeda is on his way back to ground floor. He watches out of a window at the western skyline. A sea of countless points, with the whale beginning to dive under the horizon. From here every light was a pin-prick on a city grid. Humanity on a spreadsheet. If you could draw a line from the western whale to the soon-rising sun in the east, how much would it tell you?
The elevator pings to the 27th.