Was That What It Was?
Well. That was surprisingly anti-climactic and underwhelming. I don’t know what I was expecting, never having been ABDUCTED BY ALIENS previously, but I was returned hours later with a distinct loss of memory for the time gone, and a really low Fun level. I kind of expected it to at least be fun.
But no. Now I’m returned home, bereft of both fun AND sleep, none the wiser for having – apparently – been on an alien craft in what I hope was space. It would be really disappointing to find that we only went to Willow Creek or Pleasantville or something.
Huh. Aliens are going to make me late for work. I wonder if they’ll buy that at the lab?
Well, back to work. I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I was ABDUCTED BY ALIENS LAST NIGHT. I don’t know if I should tell anyone. Is this a regular occurrence in Windenburg? Is it just because I’m playing with forces and chemistry that no human should have access to? Was it the basil? Did the robot sell me out? Did Georgia take me out for a late-night … probe … session… without asking?
“Oh the aliens!” says Caitlyn. “No, that happens all the time.”
I’m sure it wasn’t included in the brochure for FutureSim Labs. “Full medical and dental, three weeks holidays to start, occasional alien kidnappings that you likely won’t remember anyway.” Eh. The money’s good, I likely would have signed up anyway.
I tried talking with Meagan about it, but she wasn’t interested. “Nope! No such thing no way NO ALIENS HERE.” I think she’s in denial.
As the day grinded along, I worried about it more and more. Would they be back? Are they waiting for me? Will I ever get some goshdarned sleep? My fun level grew lower and lower. Hey… you know what’s fun?
Playing video games on the office computer. I’d finished all my work for the day, and decided to stick around to get some other things sorted out. That hover-lamp, for instance. But maybe some quick gaming while everyone else is up in the lunch room.
Well, that certainly did the trick, I feel refreshed and lighter, and ready to finish up some work at the chem station. I should get back before someone…
Jeez, Meagan. I shut it down just in time, but she certainly likes to sneak around. I’d hate to have my progress with this organization held back because Meagan thinks I was playing video games on the company dime.
The work day ended well, with more breakthroughs, some added plants and rocks and things, and another promotion! I’m moving up quickly. I’m now FutureSim Lab’s new “Junior Tinkerer”. The boss seemed really please to give me the title, so I’m hoping I Tinker well, and live up to their expectations of my tinker abilities. But it did come with a raise, and a spiffy new table lamp shaped like a UFO.
If I *had* a table, I’d totally put the lamp on it.
It’s late, and I’m exhausted again. I considered heading over to The Chowder House to have a quick “WHAT THE HELL!?” with Georgia, but it’s already half past nine, and I just want to sleep. I’m hoping that maybe the lamp will help protect me from any further abductions. I’m not exactly certain why, but something about … UFOs… and shapey things…. or …
I slept.