Doctors?_United Box, Inc._The Concept Of Travel_The End of the Case
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Doctors?
‘73… 74… and…’ I’m so excited! I’ve never reached this point! I begin to place plate number 75 atop the stack. I hold it, stare at it, trying to convince it with my non-existing mental powers that everything will be fine, that it can pewww.onedoor.ccacefully lie on top of plate number 74、 Then I feel the draught… I follow the stack with my eyes as it begins to bend, slowly at first, then faster and faster, until it crashes on the ground with a deafening clangour. I still hold plate 75, just above where plate 74 once was; I close my eyes and sigh. Bug has arrived. ‘Hellooo!’ he says. ‘Am I interrupt---oh, wh...
United Box, Inc.
I’ve worked at United Box, Inc. since high school, which was not that long ago. Everything about United Box, Inc., is boxy. The building itself looks like a large, corrugated box, puce-colored, plunked down on a flat roadway. The roadway itself could be an assembly line belt. It runs right up to the building and encircles it. Trucks and cars roll in and out on the circular road, picking up boxes, large and small. We only make three sizes. But those three sizes are apparently all that are needed. I work in sales. I’ve been promoted after two years of working on the...
The Concept Of Travel
Earth 47 - 22 years ago"I can't even with you, Kol! How could you not tell me something like that!" Alexa screamed. She was quite angry and turning red. "Alexa, dear, it simply wasn't something you needed to know. My time-traveling powers are my business. not yours." Kol responded, much calmer than Alexa. "YOU CAN ALSO TRAVEL TO DIFFERENT PLANETS AND DIMENSIONS, NIKOLAS!" Alexa raged. Kol was very tired of her behavior. "Are you done? It isn't a big deal, Alexa. I don't see why you think it is." "Kol, you should be able to tell me anything. I'm your girl! Now I have to tell Becky, and Sandra, ...
The End of the Case
Howard’s pen scratched the paper as he wrote. It was the only sound in the room, apart from his own occasional breath. He didn’t even have a clock, because knowing the time caused him to rush, and you just couldn’t rush this important work. Even after nearly thirty years, he still took the same amount of care with his paperwork as he had done the first time he had sat down to fill it out, thinking through every paragraph with meticulous thought. He flipped the page over without making a sound and continued writing. The desk Howard sat at was impeccably tidy. It held only the essentials for his...