__blue_moon_
36 hours, 3 hours of sleep, 2 calls to the nearest Chinese restaurant,and counting...
I rubbed my eyes, staring at the pile of projects I had yet to do. I mean, I understand this whole notion of "helping the hopeless" as opposed to hoping one is helpless, but the overtime you had to put in to do so was ridiculous. Of course, there's the normal workload, with the creating plagues and other nefarious deeds our clients need done. Then Fred has to go do all the other white hat stuff, like containing obscure virus strains, and recorporealizing ghosts. Next she'd have me try to figure out the cure for the common cold, or Old Ones forbid she'd set me on trying to find a cure for evil impulses. That'd put us right out of business.
Usually, I'd have at least an hour to tinker with one of my inventions. I hadn't had time for anything of the sort since I created the PDA hacking device. And I sincerely doubted I'd ever manage to find a good candidate for the God-King. You think in a place like this I'd be able to find at least a handful of people with a suitable IQ to be its Vessel. Well, I could at least start in the proximity of the lab. I already managed to disqualify half of research and development's staff, based on competence alone.
At this rate, I would actually manage to work myself to death.
The funny thing was that Fred was probably doing worse. Last time I caught her, she hadn't been eating, and she'd been living out of her office the past week. I skimmed through the pile, debating whether to start the next experiment, or take a nap. It seemed that for a couple of them I would have to consult other departments before they could be completed. I could do it now, but how could I even know if anyone else was in the building at this hour? Any sane person was in bed!
I frowned, plucking the next off the pile. Why not start? I could just avoid anything involving dangerous materials. That way, there was less of a chance of making a fatal error. Sitting back on one of the labstools, I flipped through the report, combatting sleep.
Maybe it would be a good time for a coffee break? Or I could go and get my sleep removed. Anathema Gent in R+I said the procedure was useful for allnighters.
So many possibilities, so much time I wasted trying to think through them all.
I settled for the coffee.
I rubbed my eyes, staring at the pile of projects I had yet to do. I mean, I understand this whole notion of "helping the hopeless" as opposed to hoping one is helpless, but the overtime you had to put in to do so was ridiculous. Of course, there's the normal workload, with the creating plagues and other nefarious deeds our clients need done. Then Fred has to go do all the other white hat stuff, like containing obscure virus strains, and recorporealizing ghosts. Next she'd have me try to figure out the cure for the common cold, or Old Ones forbid she'd set me on trying to find a cure for evil impulses. That'd put us right out of business.
Usually, I'd have at least an hour to tinker with one of my inventions. I hadn't had time for anything of the sort since I created the PDA hacking device. And I sincerely doubted I'd ever manage to find a good candidate for the God-King. You think in a place like this I'd be able to find at least a handful of people with a suitable IQ to be its Vessel. Well, I could at least start in the proximity of the lab. I already managed to disqualify half of research and development's staff, based on competence alone.
At this rate, I would actually manage to work myself to death.
The funny thing was that Fred was probably doing worse. Last time I caught her, she hadn't been eating, and she'd been living out of her office the past week. I skimmed through the pile, debating whether to start the next experiment, or take a nap. It seemed that for a couple of them I would have to consult other departments before they could be completed. I could do it now, but how could I even know if anyone else was in the building at this hour? Any sane person was in bed!
I frowned, plucking the next off the pile. Why not start? I could just avoid anything involving dangerous materials. That way, there was less of a chance of making a fatal error. Sitting back on one of the labstools, I flipped through the report, combatting sleep.
Maybe it would be a good time for a coffee break? Or I could go and get my sleep removed. Anathema Gent in R+I said the procedure was useful for allnighters.
So many possibilities, so much time I wasted trying to think through them all.
I settled for the coffee.