If it weren’t for your shiny new red jumpsuit, you might almost think this was a day like any other in your life, here in DMM Sector. After all, you’re sitting at the same processing line you’ve always worked at in your service firm, alongside the same INFRAREDs you’ve always known. And yet, it’s not like any other day. For one thing, the hint of jealousy in your co-workers’ eyes is certainly new. You wonder how long it will be before Your Friend The Computer asks you to heroically serve it and all Alpha Complex. Suddenly the RED-Clearance supervisor for your shift appears,
waving a small printout at you.
RED Supervisor wrote:Looks like our high and mighty Troubleshooter has to go have a mission. Don’t worry. I’m sure the rest of us will enjoy making up the difference in today’s quota.
Your hands tremble for just a moment as you take the printout and see the RED border around it. This is it, Troubleshooter! Your first mission assignment!
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Mona wrote:This is most excellent! I must obey my friend The Computer because this is a great opportunity. In fact, I shall record everything
Mona fires up the multicorder and begins heading to the tubeway.
Mona's voiceover wrote:Our great friend The Computer, having generously given a promotion to RED status, has now called upon me, Mona, to serve Alpha Complex, a call which I shall answer to the greatest ability!
Derek practically beams excitement, giving a little jump up from his chair as he is handed the slip.
Oh yes! My first assignment, thank you friend, Computer.
I am honoured that The Computer has chosen me to help protect both it, and our beloved Alpha Complex!
He stands, scoops a collection of stuff into his arms, and sets off to the briefing room with a smile on his face.
MO wrote:No, just a hygiene officer. You'd be surprised how much similarity there is though. Luckily I'm not the one doing the "routine private part hygiene check", although I don't know how anyone would do that, all those germs, bacteria, ewwww... Just open your mouth or I'll file a very bad report on you.
MO smells the odor of Geoff's mouth, then looks into it.
MO wrote:Hmmm.. teeth look pretty good. Tongue.. oh my god what is that? No, sorry, nothing. Well the apparent parts of your mouth look good but unless you're intentionally growing prokaryotes in the back of your mouth, on the orders of Friend Computer, I'm afraid I'll have to give you a MOMOMOMOMO-MO-MO Hygiene Scale (MOHS) score of 41972 out of 100000. Bear in mind you scored better than about 75% of the staff, so I'll be team up to group with you. I'm getting tired of having to lower my standards though.
MO grabs one of his towelettes and wipes his face.
Derek simply narrows his eyes and pulls out a little notepad, filled with wonderful pages of algea-pulp paper.
He tentatively makes a note whilst looking between MO and Grif, snaps the pad closed, and then smiles sweetly.
Derek wrote:Marvelous, shall we proceed to the breifing room to collect our mission assignment, fellow team mates?
Grif wrote:Now then my good fellows, let us start work with a smile on our faces! Some of you seem a little tense, especially you MO. Remember that a happy worker is a productive worker!
I would like you all to take some Happy Pills to ensure maximum efficiency! MO, I'll give you extra as I'm concerned you don't seem that happy. Surely you should be delighted to help maintain good hygiene around Alpha Complex?
Okay then people, smiling time!
Grif takes out several Happy Pills, he has one himself and ensures that the rest of the group takes at least two - and gives MO 3.
