Jupiterave3006

“So yr a doctor, huh? What’s yr training in? Semantics?”

“Memetics with a general-”

“Memetics, huh? -PsyOps you go then, Benway. Oh, and a word of advice- get yrself a hat. We don’t have many superstitions here at Intel, but one of them is agents without hats are dead agents.”

“I understand.”

“And put on some fucking colors, man. This isn’t the frigging dark ages.”

I’m standing in front of my Inspector’s desk on Jupiter, meeting point the intertextual timewave nexus which linchpins harder at years ending in “6.” The deeper in the “6″, the harder the nexus point. Calling an agent 1000 years into the future on little notice is standard practice around Intel.

When yr standing in front of an Inspector yr standing in front of a man who has long since abandoned ideas of rational thought as a coping mechanism. The further up the chain you go the more the lower channels run on autopilot. It’s a blessing and a curse and not good practice for an agent.

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TO: u.l. benway, empire city, jupiter
FR: inspector mugwump, the directorate, jupiter
SU: change in grade

agent benway reassinged to grade inspector
do NOT change cover story
oversecretary assigned to yr case will contact on need-to-know

does nobody understand?

xM