"I suppose I'll get back to the real world, then."The therapist doesn't immediately reply, thinking about something.
"We should meet again in two or three days, whichever is most convenient. Goodbye, Jasmine."You are about to say goodbye, but you are suddenly back in reality, in your rather bare and lifeless room. You feel the restraints remove themselves from your limbs, and your head flooding with information as your newslink kicks back in.
Let's see, first bit of news - West City is apparently going to assist in the relief, rescue and recovery effort for East City, bringing in environmental specialists and technicians to help clean up the mess that's been brewing, and several corporations from West City have also expressed interest in the humanitarian effort, as have the people way over in scenic Central Africa, albeit the Bantu City guys are only issuing condolences at this point, and no official support has yet been declared. Shouldn't be too far at any rate. Good for everyone, you guess.
However, before you can get to the freshest load of news, you go ahead and look for some adventure like a good Jasmine should, at least according to your therapist. Filled with optimism, you head to the residential notice board, and look for interesting things to do with your free time.
Well, there's a painting club, just like you've heard, there's a book club, a knitting club, a sculpting club, a philosophy meeting, an anti-philosophy club, an electronics and repair club, an antique appreciation club, a band practice session in need of some kind of musician to round off an ensemble, electronic music classes, a history club, an alternate history club, dance classes, improvised drumming sessions, improvised dance classes, a chemistry club, a panic club and, strangest of all, a pirate, privateer and buccaneer club.
Man, data processing must be seriously stifling for the spirit, because you certainly could swear that this building doesn't have more than 200 employees. Still, you check out the pirate club. Something about the idea appeals to you.
Ah, looks like they meet every evening except for Sunday, and meetings happen from about seven in the evening to ten in the evening, though on special occasions they extend their operations until well past midnight. It seems that anybody is welcome to join in, too. Certainly sounds like an unusual way to spend one's time. And speaking of time, you check that along the way - it's 17:19, 17:20 now. Hm. What to do, what to do.
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Name: Jasmine Thyme Model 376
Gender: Female
Attributes: heightened senses of taste and smell, increased manual dexterity, improved intellect, unobtrusively good looks, improved interpersonal ability, slight owner fixation, cranial netlink implant.
Skills: skilled chef, proficient at maintenance and repair, proficient at making smalltalk.
State of Mind: normal
Inventory: fresh Jasmine Thyme uniform (worn).
Notable Physical Abnormalities: branded.
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Topic: (SG) Less Than Perfection - now dropped (Read 25806 times)