Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Bagatells

You're not really here ... you're in a place, thinking and playing. Where you find you can predict ... you're going the right way. Life, inevitably is an infocom game, much like Zork, but with better graphics.

You see an interviewer behind a desk. He's standing looking at you with a hand extanded offering you a job.

Take job.
I see no job here.

Take offer.
....
I don't know what an "offer" is.

Leave.
Are you sure you don't want the job?

Take job.
I see no job here.

Get job.
That's a good idea!

Talk to interviewer.
Interviewer smiles and offers his hand.

Take hand.
Which one?

Take interviewer.
How romantic.

Take interviewer hand.
You have accepted job as, "deep fryer cook".

(re-reading .....)
(look ... interveiwer for Megaplex Copeland Gigasphere Sharpland ... executive .... salary $102,450 ... probationary period ... 25 years ... full investment at 17 years .... entry level $14 K ... signed ... Joe Didn't-Bother-to-read-fine-print)

Damn!
I see no water here.

____________!
.... I see no ___________ here. Besides, you went before the interview,

Upgrade level.
How?

Take executive.
How romantic.

Slay man.
Devil?

Kill interviewer.
You pull out your rapier and kife and hack the unsuspecting interviewer into pieces. His screams didn't go unnoticed and the secretary has called security who also called the cops.

You are in a small room withe a desk and two chairs.
A dead interviewer is here.

_____!
______ who?

______!
I'm not sure I understand how you're using _____.
You hear sirens.

Jump out window.
If only there were a window.

Exit room.
I can't do that.

East.
You open the door and everyone is gone. Papers are on the floor, as if people left in a hurry. The elevators are running.

Pick up papers.
Don't waste your time.

East.
You can't go that way.
The elvators are on floor 8.

Kill self.
What is a self?

Kill me.
I can't do that.
The elevators open up and the police direct you to drop your weapons. There is a stuggle and you are shot several times. They put you on a stretcher and are handcuffed while in hospital. The sad news is, while you recover mostly from your wounds, you are found guility of first-degree murder and are sentenced to death. During a long battle in the courts, your death sentences is commuted and just in time. Your long-time prison friend Hal, and you are going to get married.

The End.

Restart, Quit, Reload?

_____!
Restart, Quit, Reload?

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