Office Room 042, Slum City

[Tailsdoll]

Another day, another routine. Get up, wash, put on a nice suit, go sit in a dusty office room for the rest of the day. Listen to some calls, make some others, maybe drink some wine to pass the time. The silence: dreadful.

He didn't mind, really. No one else aboard that ship would do his job half as well, and the privacy was something he enjoyed. He was more than happy to let the rest of them drink it up in the bar. He was content to sitting quietly in the backdrop, playing chess with the odds.

Still, the loneliness got to him. His wife was half a sector away, and he was lucky if he got to see her once a month. His brother was busy finding his way through the Gallic Core Systems. His Uncle was much too occupied playing King with anyone who'd listen. What was left for him? The paperwork, that's what.

The desk was completely buried by avalanches of paper. He'd never go through them. Chances are they would find their way to the nearest bathroom or the shredder. Face to face was his style, and he was proud of it. As he sifted through a random pile, he noticed a small letter adressed to him, or rather, his alias. Normally, he would've discarded it, but this one was different. It wasn't covered in grime, or smelled of vomit. It was actually written in an understandable, clean way.

He cut the letter open and read the title.

"To Big Joe"

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<span style="color:#000000">The awful plight of he who cannot draw to save his own life.</span>