I walked down a dead hall and saw people coming this way, so I went into a near by door. Door closed and it was pitch black in there. I couldn't even ...ee my hands. Tried every door but they were locked Even the one I came in with. Bit went by and others came in, I made noise by accident and was caught. No one could see, when asked what I was doing. Not sure why but told them it was a prank and if I didn't get caught by them by a certain time I won money. I was looking for a good hiding spot.. ’ ‘Oh I’m delighted you noticed. You see my clients are fellow employees so I’m not really required to interface with a big smile and be overly pleasant. My own team and I interface with machines, not people. People on our peripheral are more often than not blaming, quote the ‘dumb machine’ unquote, and feeling their vulnerability thinking perhaps we’ll discover the fault is due to operator inadequacy. We are recruited for our expertise, not our winning smiles, and during my final interview I. That’s what we’re trying to tell you.”“NO!”Bren stood. “Show her.”“Are you sure?”Bren nodded.Gram’s hand blurred. A sledgehammer busted his chest.The world went black.Searing pain flashed through him. He sat up. “You shot me three times.”Grams smiled. “You raised your voice to me this morning, remember?” She held the gun out to Donna. “I shoot him when he pisses me off. He can’t die, but you can sure put a hurting’ on his ass. Would you like a turn?”“What? No.” Donna backed away. “This isn’t. I had better clean up quickly,” waving her fingers at me. “Look! You’re stinky again.” She stood up and just as she was about to go to the bathroom along the hall, she added a comment that startled me. “Next time I’ll have to use an enema before doing that.” She grinned wickedly. Michelle hurried up the hall to clean her wonderful hands while I pulled my underwear back into place and tugged and pulled my jeans back up my legs and zipped them back up. When she finished cleaning her fingers, she.