Momo Kurokawa
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Head of Intelligent Design
?No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.?-Oscar Wilde
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Post by Momo Kurokawa on Jun 1, 2008 20:45:02 GMT -5
"I think Smeet should be the official food of the Manalists. It is wonderful." Momo says as she takes a sample of the smeet. It looks about the color of spam, but it is in long sheets.
"Do you like Smeet, Anthony?" She asks as she gobbles her smeet in just a few seconds.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jun 1, 2008 20:46:01 GMT -5
"Not particularly," Anthony says as he refills her plate. "I prefer simple things, such as crackers."
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Momo Kurokawa
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Head of Intelligent Design
?No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.?-Oscar Wilde
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Post by Momo Kurokawa on Jun 1, 2008 20:56:11 GMT -5
"I see." She replies. After she has had a good look at the vats of Smeet, she asks the other scientists a few questions before she is ready to move on in the tour.
"You can show me anything you like. I have all afternoon. Just show me what you think I might find interesting."
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Post by gabriel on Jun 1, 2008 22:51:33 GMT -5
Gabriel was doing a routine inspection of the latest batch of creditors to see if their programming was all in order. He had not yet encountered anything out of the ordinary as he took a sip of his coffee and watched as the computer continued to scan each Creditor for glitches or anomalies. Gabriel had not slept for days now which showed on his face; to remedy this he closed his eyes for a moment, opening them just in time to catch something that the computer either ignored or wasn't programmed to identify.
Stopping the scanning process, Gabriel brought up the technical readout of Adam 214. He found a personality glitch which in another time and place may have not been so bad, but this was neither the time nor the place for such things. The Creditor in question from what Gabriel understood from programming, was that it had compassion instilled in it. "Unacceptable..." Gabriel muttered shaking his head as he called for someone to take it away. Was this a joke? Who in their right mind would program a Creditor to be compassionate? Did the programmer do this on purpose to see if Gabriel would let it slip and possibly get in trouble?
No matter the reason or the cause, Gabriel resumed scanning the remaining Creditors and found no further problems and allowed to go home at last. He made a mental note to inquire as to who did the programming for this latest batch and bring it to the attention of the higher ups as he walked out heading for home...
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Post by Toolah "Tuvi" Renee on Jun 1, 2008 23:00:10 GMT -5
Tuvi raises her eyebrow and rolls her eyes. "Yet another reason I find myself disliking you... Coke is not only highly illegal, its a dumbass drug."
"Have fun. I don't dabble in drugs of any kind. And if you want to stare at me, feel free. I, on the other hand, can work." With that said, Tuvi pulls out her personal PC, opens it and starts reading the news.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 2, 2008 0:01:49 GMT -5
"Not as bad as heroine." Alexei retorts.
He glances around, and takes a pinch of coke from his pocket, snorting it.
"You're pretty uptight." Alexei finally says as the drug takes affect, "You Allmart guys need to learn to enjoy life, and beauty. I mean, look at all that's left! Sure, the manalists have destroyed a lot of it, but some of it is still around."
He laughs a bit and sips more rum.
"If there was one thing I learned to appreciate when I got out of prison, it was beauty. The trees, the air...the beauty of a woman.." He winks at her, grinning and laughing.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on Jun 2, 2008 10:42:18 GMT -5
So much to do these days. Peter should probably be in Cuba, protecting the construction site from any attacks, but given the growing threats to Dinari he also felt obligated to return to the Allmart offices and keep an eye on his boss.
But, in the end, he figured that the existing (increased) security should be enough to keep Dollar safe and hit the first T.Booth he could find back to the build sites in Cuba.
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Virgil Evans
New Comer
I can taste where I'm broken. Behind my eyes. It smells like honey and maggots.
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Post by Virgil Evans on Jun 2, 2008 10:46:36 GMT -5
Virgil ignored the sounds from outside and listened to the voices around him. The stranger was moving and wording but, as far as Virgil cared, not speaking.
Virgil listened carefully to his friends though. Everything was shuttering, chattering. And suddenly he was moving. His eyes told him he was moving, his rope friends leaving. He said goodbye to the pens and the table, very sorry but he had to be going now apparently.
Cold and welcome, the silent walls of his room continued their constant gazing of him as the strangers seal the passage on him. Virgil lay on the floor, trying in vain to win a staring contest with the wall for once.
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Post by Horacio Hatfield on Jun 2, 2008 12:36:41 GMT -5
Horacio heads to work at the Allmart garment factory in Allwhere Florida. There, he works hard all day, working a twelve hour shift of sewing the clothes which will be sold at Allmart stores. Most of the people who work there are women, with some children. Many are from Mexico or other parts of the world. No one talks to him because of his appearance. When supervisors do talk to him, it is usually in a slow, deliberate tone as though he is mentally handicapped. He doesn't mind though and he plays along.
"The machine broken..." He says to his supervisor. "The machine broken and can't work faster." He says slowly and sloppily. He doesn't mind if the supervisors think that he is slow, since they were the ones to assume that to begin with and he is only playing along.
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Post by Sidapa Amparo on Jun 2, 2008 12:42:56 GMT -5
Sidapa stays in Cuba until he has collected all of the information that he needs for the Invisible Hand. He sends the report back to the Economic Council, then leaves the Island for Europe. He is happy to leave. He decides that he will try to catch up with Venice and see how things have been going with him. With that in mind, he heads to Helsinki to see if Venice ever completed that mission.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jun 2, 2008 13:22:44 GMT -5
After work, I stand in line for a while at the Manala Charities so that I can get some food. The Manalists do not believe in charity, but food is so scarce that they've started this up. So, I wait there in line for potatoes, onions, or anything else they might be offering today. I have my labor card ready so that when asked, I don't have to dig for it.
The line is long and I am sure that the Manalists don't care much for this whole arrangement. As I wait in line, I listen to the billboard sized television to the right of me. It M TV and talking about the world news. According to the news, the Gray Zone is shrinking.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on Jun 2, 2008 14:06:22 GMT -5
Lena kept her head lowered and tilted to the side after taking a seat, her eyes studying Ariel as she did most people. Obviously, this was a very private affair, and she was glad for it. He was aware this wasn't her usual line of work, yet he had chosen her anyway...
"Why me, how much, and what times?" She spoke swiftly, the empty floor allowing her to speak lower than usual. He would be able to hear just fine, however. She hoped it wasn't a 24/7 affair, but The Moderator was certainly an important man. Any other jobs would have to wait, she wasn't sure she could even refuse.
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Post by rosette on Jun 2, 2008 14:20:23 GMT -5
Most people who passed Rosette curiously glanced at her, but they all left her alone. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress today that stopped just above her knees, with ruffles at the bottom. The dress bore a variety of flowers that swirled together in an endless patten, like a blizzard of flowers. She much liked this dress, and so did her brothers and sisters.
Being in a place strange yet familiar didn't seem to bother her one bit, if her upturned lips and spinning were any indication. Her dress twirled out as she spun, fluttering back down against her thighs once she stopped. Abruptly, she paused her walking to stare at the flowers planted in front of some building, which were wilting.
Tears came to her eyes as she rushed over, pulling herself onto the brick ledge. She could hear them crying, calling for help that reached no ears except her own. Under her breath, she hummed a lullaby softly, gently caressing the petals of the flowers. There weren't too many of them, so perhaps she had enough energy...
One by one, she cupped her tiny hands over each flower, warmth cascading from her chest down to her fingertips. Once she removed her hands from each flower, it was once again full of life. She had just enough spare energy for the group of flowers, and beamed happiness. They sang in appreciation and love for their sister, though she was the only one who heard their song.
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Post by Toolah "Tuvi" Renee on Jun 2, 2008 14:31:03 GMT -5
It takes all the control Tuvi has to not visably gag when Alexei winks at her. "You've managed to make me even more disgusted... I didn't even know that was possible."
The tap-tapping of Tuvi's fingers on her keyboard speeds up as she sends a message to Peter: You and I are going to talk about the Mafia because... this isn't cool... At all.
She hits send then goes back to reading the news about the Gray Zone shrinking.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on Jun 2, 2008 15:22:35 GMT -5
Aerial could tell she was impressed he was a very important person in the world. “I would not need you all the time a few hours every day and for important events and meetings” he watched her for a moment trying not to frighten her. “I have another candidate but I chose to contact you first, as for pay since it if for a longer period the you usually work 5 time you’re standard pay” he smiled sliding a contract over the desk no blood and brimstone just a normal contract.
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