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I can't say I liked my job, really. '''City Laborer''' is basically a cheap ass title for 'poor indentured asshole with no options and no future'.
   
 
S'what you get for dropping from high school.
 
S'what you get for dropping from high school.
   
But see, I made a serious mistake, a few weeks ago. I pissed off my boss.
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But see, I made a serious mistake, a few weeks ago. I pissed off my boss.
   
 
Royally. See, he had told us something when drunk... Something no one was supposed to know.
 
Royally. See, he had told us something when drunk... Something no one was supposed to know.
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I can't say I liked my job, really. City Laborer is basically a cheap ass title for 'poor indentured asshole with no options and no future'.

S'what you get for dropping from high school.

But see, I made a serious mistake, a few weeks ago. I pissed off my boss.

Royally. See, he had told us something when drunk... Something no one was supposed to know.

Specially his wife, ya know?

Well, see, I might've snitched to the his old lady because he was a total prick, never figured the old wench would remember me from a Christmas party and drop my name during the divorce proceedings.

So I got a new work assignment, down in the tunnels. Place we poor pricks call "The Deep" cause it was connected to the old nuke research facility under New York... Those of you kiddies never heard of those? Well, city workers know shit most people never heard of.

I was supposed to go down there and repair an electrical substation or some shit. Well, got my tools, went to the manhole closest to The Deep entrance, and climbed into the shit-scented glory of my job.

Tunnels were nasty, man... Not many people went down here, see. I didn't even know there was a substation down there until I got handed the map of the area.

Got to the The Deep entrance, a big old military door that I had to slide some key card. I knew my boss was pissed right then. I was worried, I'll admit... but I ain't real smart.

So I went in the door, and got a bit more worried when the door shut behind me. But I figured, old military facility and stuff, whatever...

Well... I walked down the hall and everything, followed the map and stuff. Passed some old rooms, and stuff, flashlight playing over walls and doors. Passed another bulkhead.

That was when I realized my mistake, man... When the bulkhead was part of a door. A huge door, that closed behind me with startling finality.

The lights came on.

Then the men spoke to me...

"Welcome to The Deep Research facility. Your name is Eddie Francis, correct?"

"I uh.. My name is uh.. My name?"

"Disregard previous question. Jumpsuit labeled, ID confirmed."

They gassed me, those bastards gassed me, man... And all I could fucking think of was how God damned much I hated those fucking jumpsuits.

I don't remember a ton, man. I remember how much it hurt, man...

Then they put me in here with you, man! With you... Of all people, and we're okay, aren't we buddy?

I mean, I gots me some new marks but those men, they ain't so bad... They say if I do good they'll send me somewhere special... It's a new job, and this time I won't piss my boss off.

TRANSCRIPTION END REPORT BEGIN, PRESIDENT AND CHIEF OF MEDICAL MILITARY RESEARCH EYES ONLY

Patient #211 took rather well to the modified mutagen that Mister Bush provided us during his presidency. Though the Koreans seemed to be a bit off on stability, we are getting closer.

Patient #211 confirms that lower intelligence people take the treatment better, but we still have work to do.

Patient expresses gratitude for letting him 'room with Uncle Benny', though he is in his observation cell alone. It seems that despite avoiding the serious psychosis, patient #211 still suffers some mental disorders, specifically schizophrenia, with extreme complex hallucinations.

Patient is slotted to be euthanized tomorrow, city works will be compensated handsomely for the semi-successful subject.

As an aside sir, thank fucking God that New York is so full of stupid people, we have a beautifully ample test pool.

REPORT END

Written by: Alicon !!dTBWidjrteQ

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