The Fool Circle_Rush Hour Crush_Technically Crewed_The Eleventh Hour

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The Fool Circle

Rush Hour Crush

Technically Crewed

The Eleventh Hour

The Fool Circle

The Fool Circle “I've got a plan”, I coughed into my hand. The Elder Bishop-Dromo looked up and said, “Eh?” All faces around the round table turned towards me. I froze, I was where I always hated to be: in the spotlight. My neighbor took my hand in his hand anwww.onedoor.ccd that was enough; his clammy hands could even warm up the dead. I rearranged my facial features to portray an air of contemplation and plod on, “I have a plan to take care of our complaints.” This air of contemplation was crucial because I was the youngest in our team of Elders and this was my third day ‘at work’ or as they keep repeati...mLyone door

Rush Hour Crush

To the blonde woman with a mischievous smile, wearing a green quilted coat and travelling on the train from Kings Cross to Leeds after work on October 12th. How about a Sunday evening stroll along the Thames?        Duffle coat dreamerTo the hot, dungaree-wearing girl who winked at me this Friday as I got on the train at London Bridge station. I should never have left the platform. Hopefully I haven’t missed my chance.         Guy in the red fleece with the black tote bagAfro hair, sequin top, jeans queen. You were travelling on the train towards Peterborough on October 11th. Love how you took...mLyone door

Technically Crewed

For Lars, landing an industrial steward role straight out of school was like winning the lottery – or at least a scratch card – but it turned out that babysitting a deep space cargo ship was sublimely boring. “Good morning, Lars,” said Stella, the ship’s AI, in her robotone voice. “Morning, Stella.” He plopped into his seat in the command globe and took a sip of his piping hot triple-cream cinnamint coffee, completing their morning ritual. The command globe had awed him when he first started the job eighteen months ago. It was a tiny raised platform with a chair and computer console on it, cen...mLyone door

The Eleventh Hour

He is sweating bullets as he nervously chews on his nails, eyeing the wall calendar in his home office, then tilting his head over to peer down at the unmarked checklist sitting atop his mahogany desk. Ralph can’t believe how fast time has flown. Can it really be 12 months now of repeatedly telling himself, “Oh, I’ll get around to starting that list tomorrow?”“Okay, maybe this won’t be so tough,” he thinks. “Let’s just start at the top of the list and work my way down, I still have 24 hours to get this stuff done. How hard can it be?”“Well, shit.” Ralph sees the first item on his to-do list: “...mLyone door