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Trex World, Part 31

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Paul’s face brought more attention than his run-in with yesterday morning’s terrorist event. Standing outside the local hospital wing, the skylight felt harsh, domineering. Checking the time, he found himself to be in the middle of a shift change, he’d have to wade through about a million or so eddies of humanity to get home. A long walk was ahead of him. One positive, people actually got out of his way, if only to bring their trex’s into focus range. Why all this publicity couldn’t score him some raisins, Paul didn’t know.

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Trex World, part 30

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He awoke to see the visage of the Detective glaring down at him. “Idiot,” she intoned.

“Good to see you toof, detectif. Fleebus Marley, waffs wrong wiff me.”

“That’s something I’d like to know, truth be told. You’re on assignment, Paul. I should have you retired for obstruction of justice.”

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Trex World, part 29

Part 28
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Dialing up a tea timer to keep track of his allowed time remaining in the bathroom, Paul pushed through the ultra-wide entrance and had the place to himself. Of course he did, he was out of sync with the whole floor. Stepping up to the urinal he maneuvered his trex in front of him so it would be hidden, just in case anyone bounded through the door. There was, however, a problem.

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Trex World, Part 28

Part 28
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Paul was putting in multiple “Requests for Break-time” e-forms as fast as he could hit the submit button. No responses from his super, but no indicator on the messenger profile that he was away, either. And no easy way out of his cube, not now. When he had met with Noel, the chair responded to his trex file and indexed it with the time he was supposed to be at work. This would only happen again when it was time to quit his shift. Until then, getting out of your seat was a matter for your supervisor to consider.

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Trex World, Part 27

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It was the third week after Paul’s mom died by her own hand that the incident occurred. A real busy-body of an AA had stormed into his corner office-space demanding the heads of two of his MLAs for some screw-up that wouldn’t have occurred if the AA had stuck to procedure instead of letting himself get bullied by the customer, a rather self-important editor of Expanse politick feeds. Miscommunication occurred and a whole slew of wrong styles got sent out, resulting in a number of said editor’s feed archives being significantly different than what went out live; an embarrassing, though ultimately harmless mistake, as only the style of the feed was affected and not the content itself.

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Trex World, Redux Part 26b

Part 26b
http://www.oort-cloud.org/?q=node/155 (link to part one. Previous link not werkin' for some reason...)

Once upon a time, Paul had to turn in an application to join the Manic Monday Mayhem circuit.

[vidfile]
What I do each day.
For: St. Sallie, Realtime Attention Social Interactive Network Profile Questionnaire VidFile
By: Paul
[trex sigfile = “Paul”, loop = “1”]

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Trex Wolrd, Redux Part 26a

[[[I've split part 26 in two for easier consumption of it's rewrite. tanx.]]]

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Tickity-takky wikity-wakki that was the only sound one heard on the prep floor. Every industry, whether churned out by one person or a multitude, involved in effective production develops over time their own jargon, their own way of calling reality into being. Floor 23 was a file preparation floor, part of the great cosmic landscape known under the compendious word “composition”.

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Trex World, Part 26

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Tickity-takky wikity-wakki that was the only sound one heard on the prep floor. Every industry, whether churned out by one person or a multitude, involved in effective production develops over time their own jargon, their own way of calling reality into being. Floor 23 was a file preparation floor, part of the great cosmic landscape known under the compendious word “composition”.

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Trex World, part 25

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Paul blinked again. Geoff cocked his head to one side. A moment peeled itself like onion skin and passed.

“I think you’re going to have to work through lunch today, Paul.”

Zip. Zap. Zorbit. Neurons were in spasm directly behind Paul’s right eye. He started walking towards Floor 23’s portal. “I’m sorry Geoff,” he started to say as fast as he could, “But I really need to get to my desk. I’ve been late a lot recently, you know…”

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Trex World, part 24

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The trouble being, of course, that Paul’s day was far from optimum. His trex was purring along fine now. His left palm was sweating from holding an object in a place where objects were forbidden.

“Yes, well, ‘Hi’ is about all I’ve got for you right now, Geoff. Sorry.”