People couldn't. Wives and husbands smacked each other in the face. Some couples followed suit on their individualized ways of helping each other focus, (i)right here, right now(i).
A person tapped into the Morse Code apparatus, "Our Editor has been shot in the knee with a poison dart."
Morse coded back was a question: Was it a tranquilizer?
The tests on the editor's body which had to be done by the editor using the one hand not paralyzed were not a match to any of the known "tranquilizers". The apparatus coded back that the editor would be put on "the list". The editor declined. A taped-together walkie talkie informed everyone that the editor was not allowed to decline services.
"But then I met Melinda and I knew I was in love," the Cyborg explained to people missing limbs awaiting prosthetics. Many had driven from several states away to wait and wait in a low profile, long hallway'd building rented by the CCP. And it was many of these people who jumped off gurneys, benches, chairs, and in one case onto a Construction Site pole when what-looked-like "robo cops" entered the building with machine guns. They formed two rows of threes as Asian men in underwear and not and shackled, were marched into the building.
The TV with the friendly cyborg changed into a static circle and that blew up into an angular faced black man. The TV told, "These are defects. Let them pass through to the Inner Chambers." The beings with the machine guns broke into in front, in behind, still at the door.
"Don't get sucked into the worm hole people," a white coat admonished the people sitting in the chairs seeming-to-be watching the television.
"Now everybody's pissed."
"I really could care less right now." The Team Lead stayed resolved. Crunched more aspirin, gnawed on Beef Jerky, and drank black coffee. "I need an update," he told the air. "It's a wireless bubble," his good assistant explained. The "bad assistant" had trashed his office, cut the lock on a file cabinet with a "finger nail", and stolen the Classified folders after a blanket "re-ghosting".
The update revealed all temps had left the building. And both the Cultural people and the Military people were greatly annoyed. Mostly because there wasn't enough time to keep abreast of (i)fluid situation(i), let alone hope to re-boot strategy.
The team lead tried to beep into a room. The voice attempt was blocked. He tried his swipe card. That didn't work. "They've already re-coded those."
"Kay. This is a decision point. And I need the team of teams to understand that there are currently instances of sistering programs. That is being done so we can get a grip on what we don't know."
"Oh. OH. Can you leave this on. She's a new chef the big wigs hired."
"No prob. Here's the remote but it doesn't make the worm hole disappear."
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