6hrs0mins - Alarm sounds.  Snooze.
6hrs10mins - Alarm sounds. Snooze.
6hrs20mins - Alarm sounds. 

Look, conciousness.  Legs swing over bed.  Good. Stand and... whoa catch yourself there.  Ok.  Look over... excellent made it home alone.  Alright, to the bathroom.

Ring off, hands wash, ring back on.  Boy, it's quiet in here. Radio....

"the 12th caller now will receive the tickets for ..."

Stretch. Clothes. Hair... not standing up.  Alright off to work.  Radio off.  Keys.  IDs.  Door.  Lock.  Stairs.

The most relaxing part of the day is the 2 hour drive into work.  The rolling hills, the complete lack of traffic, the sun shining through the clouds that are rolling in.  And of course, the music playing....

"...find myself disgusted with the things you do,
looking back in time,
i was blind,
to finally figure out you've gone and lost your fking mind..."

The compound is, well a compound.  The only people on the roads now are the farmers that aren't really farmers.  They just sit out and count cars really.  It's not tuesday so they're not out there trying to stop the refuse trucks from pulling through only to sift through the stuff that is actually allowed to leave. 

"Morning sir, your identification please."

"Ahh, yes of course, one second."  Kiption went sifting through his bag and .. "Here you go," handing it over. 

"Very good sir, have a good day."  Continuing the drive into the parking lot. 

Work is always the same these days.  Don't really know what it is that I'm working on, it doesn't get told to me.  The projects are really seperated pretty well amongs the different groups that are out here as well.  It's kinda like that damn caffinated beverage.  Everyone has a piece to work on, and nobody knows how the pieces work together. 

I get up and walk into the building where I work.  The smells of yesterdays left over lunch lingers from the cafateria.  Not really worth it to leave work to out to lunch.  The two hour drive really provides a monopoly to the slop slinging organization they call Food Services.  The lobby was filled with military today.  Must be some sort of briefing that's going on here. 

"Kiption Verastin, my name is my passport."  I pressed the button and .... ACCESS DENIED.  Alright this isn't going to be a good day. 

"Kiption Verastin, my name is my passport."  I pressed the button again and.... ACCESS DENIED.  Excellent, it seems I'm going to be popular today.

"Sir, can I get you to step over here for a moment." 

"Yes, absolutely."  The gun is always a great motivator.  Over across the hallway to the side that nobody really talks about.  Open the door, down the hallway, into a room.. that has no door handle on the inside.  I guess I'm here for a while.

"Please wait here." 

"Sure."  I'm just happy not to be face down on the floor with a boot on the back of my neck.  The door closes and I'm alone with my thoughts.

It's a nice room.  They say that toupe is very soothing, too bad the room was asylum white.  Not that the color has anything to do with the fact that nobody in their right mind would ever feel comfortable being alone in this room.

Door opens... why is it always the ugly guys that come in and interrigate people.  Why can't it be the well proportioned women with the nice uniforms that come into...

Folder dropping to the table jerks me awake again.  Seems pretty thick to be about me.  Chair being dragged across the floor breaks the silence as he sits down. 

He doesn't even open the folder.  He's been practicing this for a while.

"Kiption Verastin.  VEEC.  Advanced security systems design and implementation."  He stops to pull the nose hair out.  "Seems like you've attracted some nice attention.  We're reassigning you to the field."

Now don't get me wrong.  A lot of us actually look forward to getting assigned to the field.  Nothings more glamerous about working in our field then running around with all the nice toys.

A pen is pushed across the table to me and the folder is finally opened.  "Sign this, and this."  His stare seems to say that I really don't have a lot of time to read this/think this over.  When they call you up, you don't really say no.  Quick skimming tells me that I don't really have a choice.  Sign the paper, or you're unemployed. 

A signed paper, and my needs have become outweighed by the needs of the many.  Welcome to the new life.  And here I thought this was going to suck.

 
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Just another pretty face....
Verastinian Republic - Almighty Dictator

"If in physics there's something you don't understand, you can always hide behind the uncharted depths of nature. You can always blame God. You didn't make it so complex yourself. But if your program doesn't work, there is no one to hide behind. You cannot hide behind an obstinate nature. If it doesn't work, you've messed up." -- Dijkstra