Jared Panchuk
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Watching the Clock
Soft vibrations slowly increasing in intensity began to fill the small space. It didn’t make a difference, I was already wide awake staring at the shimmering ceiling. A rising, not wholly unpleasant, beeping began in sync with the vibrations until it reached a crescendo at which point the soft blanket retracted into some receptacle at the foot of the bed.
By Jared Panchuk3 years ago in Futurism
Protocol
The unquiet that the office seemed permanently possessed by was so unsettling that periodically Sam had to disconnect her keyboard and hit the keys excessively loudly and rapidly to fill the air. This, of course, raised the ire of her colleagues, but since they were all conscientious and fastidious, they never took the time to make a formal complaint as it would be an excessive waste of time. She was especially fortunate for the military was no play for joy or personalities and was far more apt to terminate, or so she imagined, than reprimand. She lazily tapped the power button on her computer, whose symbol had long since worn off giving the blank black square an alluring sense of mystery immensely more intriguing than Sam herself, a fact which she begrudgingly had to acknowledge every time she performed her duty. The old yellowed monitor hummed and displayed the company logo, followed by the governmental regulations about spilling national security secrets. In fact, secrecy was so imperative that the divison was only ever referred to as “Logistics” and every soldier was given a random first name and stripped of their last. Sam regretted this policy as she preferred a glamorous name like Betty or Kate, but got the incredibly androgynous ‘Sam’. She lifted the phone receiver and typed in the usual extension, which never rings and never answers, and moments later the horrible suction noise indicated that her days task was in the Vac-U-Tube. She struggled to free the door from its clasp until it finally gave in with a clunk and squealed horrible as it slowly swung open. She grabbed the incredibly cheap feeling, and looking, official paper and resealed the door.
By Jared Panchuk3 years ago in Horror