Life to Binary
Adjunct I
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Employee: E. Rodriguez {Maintenance Crew 2}
Date: {WITHHELD/RESTRICTED} {SENT 3 MONTHS AGO}
To: R. Winters {Maintenance Crew 2}
Subject: Freaky Stuff
Message as follows:
"Reg, sorry for waking you up and all, but the five o' clock shift went really weird. As I understand it, the eggheads down in level two said that they needed something on level five repaired. They said the fuse box, but the main electrical cluster is on level three. I never go down to level five, and I doubt either you or Chad has either. Anyway, I'm heading down the hallway when the lights suddenly start flicking on and off every two seconds.
The Techies walking around didn't seem to mind, but they kept staring at me funny. I make my way down to the last room at the end of the hall, and as I'm going through it, I couldn't help but think there was someone watching me. It's weird because the whole place was crammed as ****. Wires and **** everywhere. I thought I could hear people from outside the room talking, but they also sounded like they we're really close up. Like whispering in my ear, kind of.
Finally this one security guard (I don't even think we have that many of those!) comes out of ******* nowhere and says that I got to leave. Without pissing myself, I showed him my credentials and explained what I was doing. He still wouldn't let me through saying 'you're nowhere near authorized to be here'.
Ass.
He just took my name done and threatened to get physical if I didn't get going. Anyway, now I'm having to go through all this freaking paperwork now because the people upstairs are being all paranoid or something. My pay's getting docked too for the next three months!
People on level two won't even fess up that they're keeping me from doing my job! I want to punch someone but I'm skating on thin ice as it is. I'm starting to wonder whether the Einsteins' right hands knows what the left is doing.
Stay out of level five, Reg, I mean it. Nothing but freakjobs down there.
P.S. Can I bunk with you for the next few days? I can't pay the rent this month.
Message Ends
