Yesterday's, up late. Sorry! Went to sleep right after work and drove all night.
The doors slid open with a whoosh and a ding. E119 darted out. “Sir! Report from eye level!”
The Colonel snatched the sheaf of papers. His expression fell. “This… what is this nonsense?”
“Sir, I don’t know, sir! I’m only a Junior Floaty Bit, first class!”
The Colonel bent his speaking tube forward. “Get me the bowels. This has to be a figment. If they’ve been mucking around again…”
E119 laughed dutifully. The Colonel glared.
“Sorry, sir! Thought you were making a joke. Bowels, muck…”
“This is Logic, son. We don’t do humor,” said the Colonel. “That’s two floor down.”
September-October 2015 Issue
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