Saturday was no relaxing day off for the Hyperion Corporation. Far from it. A few of the workers trudging along through town into the wooded area were even wearing some heavy-duty
construction attire, their mechanical exo-skeleton the same bright, unalarming yellow as the t-shirts of the people in Mooby Land and Taste of Thai
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Mike stood in front of the counter with his hands in his pocket and a blank expression on his face. Mostly he just wanted a burger, but after the announcement on the radio he was curious.
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The guy behind the counter was giving Mike about the same kind of blank expression right back. After a brief moment of that, he managed a, "Yes?"
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Mike glanced up at the menu and sighed. "A number one, medium, with a Coke. Please."
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Really, Mike was lucky that by now he knew what Coke was. They didn't have that back home.
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But there wasn't anything he could do about it, and he didn't want to make a scene. He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Whatever, then. A burger, fries, and something to wash it down with, that's all I ask."
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"You one of the new guys?" she said, even though she totally knew he was.
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"Yes." Right, he should probably add to that somehow, especially since her way of initiating conversation seemed to imply she was about to ask questions. "What would you like to order here at --" Glance up at the sign overhead. "-- Hyperion Mooby Land?"
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That was a very automatic-sounding response. Kind of like he wanted to sigh at the end of it.
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"So taking over a business means he also gets to use my radio station?"
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Hyperion's idea of laying low in unfamiliar territory - while largely shoddy otherwise - included rules that prohibited him from just shooting her on the spot to be done with it. You were welcome, Kitty.
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"You can leave your contact information with us. They'll get back to you."
Possibly with threats!
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