Rosie greeted me at the company's entrance and took me to the private workspace, an office accessible through the executive suite. Gesturing at the eight monitors and dozens of system units, Rosie introduced, "The senior Mr. Vaughan used to work from here. Mr. Vaughan doesn't know code, so this office had been out of use for several years. I cleaned up the space, upgraded the technology and reconnected these devices to System." Quickly, I typed in the passwords and allowed the machines to scan and register my retina, fingerprint and face. Once I was in System, I skimmed Rosie's setup and commented, "Your skills with code is remarkable. Why are you a receptionist?" "I have a photographic memory and Mr. Vaughan wants me to keep an eye on …show more content…
There was a few thick binders in his arms, with pieces of yellowed paper sticking out in uneven angles. Avery's suit had several streaks of dust on them and his sweaty hair looked hastily pushed out of his eyes. "My. Vaughan!" Rosie turned around and grinned at Avery. "Are you also a fan of LANCE?" Avery gave her a one shouldered shrug, then placed the binders on my desk. With a wince on his face, Avery massaged his arms, brushed the dust off his suit and told me, "Sorry, I meant to stop by earlier, but my meeting ended late. I finally found the schematics for an old version of System's Guard. I figured you and Rosie can use them for inspiration." "Thanks," I said. "From what I gather so far, Adrian's security codes are impregnable, but there's a backdoor. Someone can potentially shut System down in four minutes should they have all the correct access codes." "Go on." "Technically, knowledge of the access codes should be evenly split between you, your brother and your father," I continued. "But Adrian made several updates to the system and he could've only made those updates if he had all the access codes." "I see," said Avery, sounding pleased. One of the machines dinged as Avery spoke and an email icon popped up. Avery locked eyes with me, and spoke in a tone that reminisce two friends sharing a familiar inside joke."As soon as you can, add
“Sure did. But the window wouldn’t close, and I had to turn it off. After it restarted, I opened the e-mail program, and it’s just like it was before—no response at all. The other stuff is working OK, but really, really slowly. Even my Internet browser is sluggish.” “OK, Bob. We’ve tried the usual stuff we can do over the phone. Let me open a case, and I’ll dispatch a tech over as soon as possible.” Amy looked up at the LED tally board on the wall at the end of the room. She saw that there were only two technicians dispatched to deskside support at the moment, and since it was the day shift, there were four available. “Shouldn’t be long at all, Bob.” She hung up and typed her notes
Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.
The next morning (Y/N) slowly woke up, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. She blinked a couple of times before looking around the room. She went to go get up before doing a double take, her eyes widening. Sitting in random places in her room were all of the characters from The Outsiders, at least all of the characters from Darry's gang. She tried not to start freakout, looking at everyone. They were just like she had imagined them.
“Thank you Ms. Kali.” Joseph said as he came around the desk to get the first
"You're right." Alex paused. "There's only one way to fix that then, isn't there?" His voice was laced with sarcasm and amusement but there was a hint of seriousness as well. He looked down at me with smiling eyes but I could see there was an importance to his words.
“Let me put my briefcase in the office, then you can tell me all about your talk with Ellen and the important things you discussed,” he said going down the hallway toward his office.
Hovering over a stream with a thin crust of ice glazing the top, Perceval reached down, cracked the surface, and scooped up a handful of frigid water. His friends did the same, taking scoop after scoop of water to rinse away the blood that had dried on their faces and mail.
Each day Bat stared into the leafy trees above him, wingless and hopeless. Through the trees, however, was the thing he really longed to see, be and love. Above in the bright blue sky Bird could be seen swooshing and speeding through cotton candy clouds and tall magnificent jungle trees. Bat had always wanted to meet bird but every day at dawn Bird swooped up into the sky, up and up until she was just a speck on the other side of the impassible wall separating them. Every day for hours bat tried over and over to one day fly up to be with bird, however, none of them worked. Instead, Bat was met with the painful laughs and taunting the other rodents spat at him. Bat wanted to give up, to leave his fantasies, and to live the life he was meant to live but there was something always urging him not to give up. Whenever he looked up at bird he felt inside him that he was meant to fly, and that being a rodent wouldn't hold him back.
The next two hours passed slowly by. When he was eventually done procrastinating and playing with the Newton’s cradle someone left on his desk, he reached for one of the files she left behind and flipped it open. Apparently, she wasn’t kidding about crossing exactly where he needed to sign – all five hundred pages of it too, and without even the slightest bit of alcohol. How unnecessarily considerate, he thought.
I hail from a fairly modest household. And yet, there I was, concept of clothes entirely forgotten, thundering down the crumbling cement stairs of my aunt’s house, ten years ago. My dashing escapade came to a screeching halt when I nearly collided into my cousin’s best friend. The pitter patter of my feet on the burning asphalt stopped, and everything around us slowed down. A fly buzzed softly as both our eyes bugged out in sheer horror of Forbidden Knowledge. The impending fall of the drop of ice cream from the cone he was clutching measured time agonizingly. The instant it hit the floor, I took off in the opposite direction. I had originally been fleeing the terrifyingly large, 2 inch long lizard that was lazily eyeballing me in the shower,
Okay, to get questions out of the way, this is more of something I'm doing to relieve myself of something that's been weighing myself down for a very long time. But, be that as it may, I'm interested in seeing who else realizes this as well, so that is why I am leaving this on public. Okay, to start with, the title. "Broken World". I chose that for the title to show potential readers what it is that I am currently trying to tell people what I see when I look at the world. I see it as broken. Some people do not, and I understand how that is possible. But, what the point I am trying to get across is to at least show or introduce some people to the issues that stand in our world at the current time that are ruining it and making it harder for
There is a loud ringing and his head pounds. He didn't know what was going on. He opens his eyes slightly, hissing at the bright lights. He wasn't dead. That much he could tell, because if he was dead... why would everything hurt so much?
Richard awakened with a sudden halt. His nose was immediately harassed by a number of unknown smells. Had they arrived? Was this it?
The platform dominated the small briefing room, with short rows of ageing white tables and grey plastic chairs surrounding it. As he looked ahead, Tom smiled at the oversized Erratech logo emblazoned on the wall. The gleaming surface glared in contrast to the fading decor.
Frustrated, she turned on the laptop with a swift motion and logged onto Twitter before her conscience tells her otherwise. She uploaded a photo of her that she had taken earlier, holding nothing but a thin sheet of paper that could have just been overlooked. In neat and