The Most Glorious Hack
09-04-2005, 16:05
Jessica wandered the empty halls for what seemed like the millionth time. First there was KIST, then there was VERITAS, then other trade coalitions crawled out of the aether, each one chipping away a little more. The cataclysm in Der Angst certainly hadn't helped matters any (the fact that it took weeks for the smell to go away not withstanding), nor had their distrubing shift towards socialism.
The apartments were empty, as were the meeting halls, and everything else. The only people who frequented the building were herself and a lone security guard. It was sad, in a way, but at the same time it was probably unavoidable. There just wasn't much call for the institution any more, and it was time to move on; everyone else certainly had.
She felt bad about the security guard, but chances were he'd simply find another account to work at. Contract security certainly had its advantages: get kicked out of your account (or have your account fold)? Who cares? You don't work for them, you work the security company, so they'll find you some place to work. She wasn't sure what she'd do for herself, however. She was driving herself into unemployment, and she wasn't really sure what she should do. She'd probably just take some time off for awhile; she'd made a good wage, after all. She was sure she could find something to do, maybe a whole new line of work; she was sick of being a diplomat.
She sighed again, sending Dennis home for the last time; he wasn't needed anymore. She didn't technically have the authority to shut things down, but there was nobody else to do it. The Oligarchy didn't care, it had already lined up a buyer for the building. Truth be told, she didn't much care anymore either. She'd rather spend her time in Marshall City with Ro, her wife, as opposed to constantly making trips to and fro to do her job. The supersonic trains made things easier, but it was still a hassel. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
She didn't even hold a press conference, she just secured the doors and drove back to Chiba City, murmuring softly to herself, "The world will end, not with a bang, but with a whimper." As she drove home, she watched the building grow smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror. She said a quiet goodbye to the World Business Organization, and never looked back.
The apartments were empty, as were the meeting halls, and everything else. The only people who frequented the building were herself and a lone security guard. It was sad, in a way, but at the same time it was probably unavoidable. There just wasn't much call for the institution any more, and it was time to move on; everyone else certainly had.
She felt bad about the security guard, but chances were he'd simply find another account to work at. Contract security certainly had its advantages: get kicked out of your account (or have your account fold)? Who cares? You don't work for them, you work the security company, so they'll find you some place to work. She wasn't sure what she'd do for herself, however. She was driving herself into unemployment, and she wasn't really sure what she should do. She'd probably just take some time off for awhile; she'd made a good wage, after all. She was sure she could find something to do, maybe a whole new line of work; she was sick of being a diplomat.
She sighed again, sending Dennis home for the last time; he wasn't needed anymore. She didn't technically have the authority to shut things down, but there was nobody else to do it. The Oligarchy didn't care, it had already lined up a buyer for the building. Truth be told, she didn't much care anymore either. She'd rather spend her time in Marshall City with Ro, her wife, as opposed to constantly making trips to and fro to do her job. The supersonic trains made things easier, but it was still a hassel. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
She didn't even hold a press conference, she just secured the doors and drove back to Chiba City, murmuring softly to herself, "The world will end, not with a bang, but with a whimper." As she drove home, she watched the building grow smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror. She said a quiet goodbye to the World Business Organization, and never looked back.