I was recently formed out of slime and nothingness. The person… the thing… that created me is luring me toward a large building that glows neon green against the dark skies. He is a weird creature with a green blocky body. His large smile never goes away and never changes. But he keeps throwing me tasty bits of slimy treats. I guess I should follow him… I hear weapons going off inside the weird building.
In October 2018, I wrote a pitch for Blah Blah’s Story Mode. I thought about how the story might begin and this spelling bee disaster story was what came to mind. This short story, along with all of my previous fiction drafts, will eventually see themselves realized within the game, although perhaps not exactly as the fully-realized narrative. Maybe more as unlockable content that can be read after winning certain conditions through playing the game?
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‘The holiday season was supposed to be easy… I’m not ready for this…’
The computer repair technician was breathing shallowly as she approached the executive wing of Eville Medical, her stylish winter jacket keeping her warm, but perhaps too warm because she felt her forehead sweating.
‘Their meeting is about to start… what if I can’t get the projector to talk to the computer in time? I only have a few minutes… this isn’t good…’
“tganks again for covering cash 4 lunch
ill get lunch @ urban junction
irs at 8th & polaris”
The furniture mover, on a rainy day off, took the bus into Eville to meet one of the people she briefly worked with on a larger move. Partially, the trip was to get out of the house, maybe meet up with some new people, but mainly it was to see if this hip establishment could rekindle her guitar playing interests.
The team’s recently-promoted computer repair technician had just returned from her first urgent ticket. It was a high-priority issue where a computer wouldn’t start for one of the doctors over in Oncology after multiple attempts. The team was short-staffed even without one of their team being out sick for a few days. Sammohini returned with a bit of a sweat to Hank’s desk as he wrapped up assigning out tickets.
“Thanks for stopping over, Sammohini.”
“Why’s this taking so long? It must be back to working order promptly.”
There was a haze around the office, lined with leather-bound wealthy books and well-traveled ornaments, as the computer repair technician averted her eyes away from the small printer on the desk that was not working to the customer, an older woman wearing dusty clothing.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, usually these things don’t take this much time.”
BEEP… BEEP. BEEP!
“Hey Hank, I’ve been trying to reach Tighearnán all day about something. Do you have any advice?”
“T-oh- y’mean Tear? Yeah… ya get one question per day with him. He’s, unfortunately, that busy. Oh, and lemme see the question, too.”
The senior-level computer repair technician, Hank, locked his computer and jumped out of his chair to see the computer screen of Sammohini, a junior-level computer repair technician that had joined his team some months back.
“This is the second time you’ve called out sick this month!”
“I know, I was feeling really sick, really tired, and just couldn’t-“
“Those aren’t excuses!”
Everything was black, except for outlines of her boss and their cube area.
RED, FLASHING, BLUE
She awoke to darkness.
Her sweatpants were covered in sweat.
The blanket was on the ground next to the couch.
It was 4:47 AM.
She had intended to wake early, but not this early.
“OK-lure, when in this console window and connected to this server, simply type in this, this, this switch and… are you paying attention?”
The nervous computer repair technician broke her rhythm of looking up at the screen, looking down to write the esoteric command in her notepad, to look over at the more seasoned computer repair technician, Nils.
“Forget it. I’ll do it. I’ll paste console notes into the ticket when I close it.”
The small apartment had only one functionless piece of decoration: a gaudy customer service award hanging from a nail that had long been painted into the infrastructure in a prominent spot in the living room. “Employee of the Month: Jane Lanyard, IT.” She couldn’t miss reading and re-reading it as she spoke on the phone with one of the few recruiters that might occasionally reach out. “We know transportation has been an issue for you…”