As you lie in bed, your first instinct is to check the news. Particularly the ones about sleeping - though the headline clearly doesn't apply to you, as you are somewhat wakeful, you think that it might still be relevant to your future, as you may fall asleep again in all likelihood.
You check the article, and you find an interesting bit of information. Namely, that the early bird is statistically likely to get the worm, according to the Toroidal Institute of Truth and Truth-Like Constructions. Judging by the questionnaire handily provided by the article, you come to the conclusion that, since you were able to coherently answer all ten questions, you are clearly quite awake. Congratulations! This is quite good, as you have a bit of work to do tomorrow - well, today, you suppose, since this is clearly yesterday's article. However, if this, by some happenstance, still is yesterday, you probably should be going to bed, like, now. At the time of the arrival of this article, it was officially late. But if you are only reading this the next -
this morning, all is well. Keep calm and carry on.
Huh. Well, that's good news. You appear to have acted in a vaguely pleasing manner without even knowing it. What a wonderful feeling. So wonderful, in fact, that you'll tell someone all about it. No, wait. You'll tell everyone. You get right up and walk to the door, open it and step into the hallway, hoping to find somebody to make smalltalk with and share your discoveries.
However, you realize several things. Firstly, it's six o' clock in the morning, and very few people are up. Secondly, you are still in your nightshirt. Thirdly, you have awful morning breath right now. You step back into the room and take care of the second and third problems in short order, getting yourself into shape for a brand new day and putting on your uniform, which you still find a tad bland. However, you only find the first problem partially fixed when you're done - it's 6:27 now, which, while better than 6:00, still does not bode well for encountering many people. And you don't really feel like sleeping any more, since it must have only been, like, nine when you fell asleep. You suppose you'll check that bit about life being too short, then.
You find out that yes, life is indeed too short to worry about such petty things as everyday survival and to place one's own existence above greater ideals, or at least so claim the experts of the Toroidal Institute of Truth and Truth-Like Constructs. Especially for engineered people, who live only up to 20 years - for them life is quite short in the most literal sense. Most don't make it to 15, actually. And they go quickly, really, as a reflection of their design - perform at optimum efficiency, then self-destruct after expiration of warranty. So, for the engineered segment of the population, the Institute can only recommend to look inward, not outward! Seek meaning within yourself, creations of man, and you shall find salvation!
- East City emergency services undergoing collapse in face of unprecedented disaster, authorities claim.
Relax! Life's too short!- East City residents running scared, authorities claim relocation unnecessary.
- Skandi City men attempt to marry own property, are unimpeded by authorities.
- Common people express shock at extent of personal surveillance measures.
- Bharat City tightening up security measures and reevaluating transport protocols in response to East City disaster.
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: calm.
Inventory: fresh Jasmine Thyme uniform (worn).
Notable Physical Abnormalities: branded.
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Topic: (SG) Less Than Perfection - now dropped (Read 25779 times)