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I'd gotten myself recruited into the LAPD. At that moment, the first thing I thought was “At last, a stable position!” Then they told me they'd fire me soon as I wasn't needed. Well, there wouldn't be much trouble then, right? After all, that suggested I'd be some desk caddy or something.
Wasn't long before I got myself in heaps of it, though.
I stared at my locker, feeling numb. There was a number engraved on it, in metal cheap as the city. Something was duct taped beneath it. Bending low to read it, I got a visual of “Emers Watt” etched on its flimsy fibrous surface. My name, huh? It's not like it was necessary to cut a tree down so I could skip going back to check the locker numbers for mine. Not like it mattered to me, anyway; the day wore me down to the point that I just don't care about anything right now. Other than a hot mug of coffee, anyways (which I admit to liking with a bit of cream and sugar).
The morning was tip-top. My usual mug of coffee hovering below my lip, I collated paper after paper of reports, mostly to identify the dog that bit my client. Other papers, however, I looked at without the usual disdain I had for the kind of work I often received. Lowering my head so I could see the small print on it, the familiar scent of newspaper rescued from a trash bin wafted up to my nose. Not much to see, at first; the front page was the usual political strife and/or doomsaying. This day in particular's newspaper harbored the usual prophetic predictions of when we'd meet our end (this had been going on every week since 2012!): Six Days To 2030: What Does the New Decade Bring to Us?
Skimming through it, I caught a few words proliferated by religious cults. It'd only been a few weeks since the official fall of Christianity and these cults were attempting to take advantage of the new gap in dominant religions, though I hoped the lack of hold by some sort of institution that wanted you to donate for no reason other than to fund its lackluster experiments on superfluous herds of sheep (that is, the Sunday sermon) would stay. Finally reaching the bottom of this idiotic detour from actual
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