Selling Newark Station

[eyvind]

In the Deep Space Engineering office block of Newark Station, a confused shift manager worries about his livelihood a short minute after the arrival of a memo to his terminal is announced by an throaty, apathetic, and much too synthetic voice. He waves a nearby accountant over:

"Dicky, what you make of this?"

The two frown in unison at the screen.

"Think we should start packing?" Richard eyes the side of his bemused coworkers head as it insistently faces the memo.

"That would be dumb, wouldn' it?"

"I 'spose." The accountant sighed, shrugging off his worries, and sat back down in his Calcotronic cubicle with a final mumble before the keyboard tapping resumed. "I wish I was a lion tamer."

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