Has nothing to do with PSO but fanwork nonetheless

[Jrgsubzero]

Like little children, we walked faster until we the other hallway was out of view. Then continued down our path.

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“What do you mean it got out of control!”an angry voice yelled.
“I don’t know. It just went haywire. Our motion sensors are picking up a lot of life, but our cameras show only our experiments.” A sqeeky voice said, his face staring at a monitor.
“You know Dwight, This is going to be one hell of a cover up.” The voice said.
“I know that, we can always use the – What is that?” Dwight said, looking at his screen.
The man took a step and peered at the bright screen. “It looks at though we have some survivors. What do you take of it?”
“Potential problem, no doubt. I will scan our database for their identities. Rance, if they get out they will surely blow our cover up.” Dwight replied.
“Then we will make sure they do not get out. Either the dinosaurs will take care of them or we will. Either way, they will be silenced.” Rance said coldly.
Dwight sighed. He didn’t like how Rance always approached everything cold heartily. He had gotten used to his 'my way or the highway' attitude over the years. Dwight clicked the keys of the employee database.
"I'm going to the cofee room. I'll bring you back a cup. And I do remember, Black with no sugar." Rance said as he headed for the door.
Dwight nodded.

"And Dwight, Don't bother looking up the man. I already know him."
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Do not read this! UNLESS you understand the following term. This is happens before the start of my story.


So I just watched the dog fly away. I then turned my attention to my chair.
“You know, that dog is just gonna end up coming back here for food” The chair said.
“What makes you so sure?” I said.
“I don’t know, you’re the one talking to a chair” It said.
It was right. I was talking to a chair. I walked over to the puddle of water and sat in it. I began to think why I should be able to talk to the chair and no one else can. It seemed selfish.
“Hey Mr. Chair.” I said.
“Yes Mr. McCoy?” The chair said.
“How would you like to travel the world, and share you amazing gift of speech with others?” I asked.
“Why? So some obese person can sit on me and break me? No thank you buddy.” It said.
Well that was that. The chair wouldn’t come with me. I guess I’ll have to-

I sprung up startled. An annoying ringing in my ears. I slapped my hand down on the alarm clock. It read 6:34 A.M. I turned over and noticed my wife wasn’t there. I threw the sheets off of me and stretched myself out of bed.I stood up and made my way to the hall, fumbling over a shoe along the way and upon doing so, I gurgled and kicked it. When in the hallway I opened the bathroom door and lazily walked inside with my feet half-dragging.
She already took her shower I thought, noticing the foggy mirror and the slight haze in the air. I stumbled to the bath knobs and turned the red one until it stopped and the blue one halfway. While the spout was rewetting the tub, I made full use of the toilet. I then jumped into the shower and did all my cleaning tasks. Grabbing a towel, I walked back to my room and got dressed. Touching my left breast I noticed something was missing.

"Honey, wheres my name tag?" I shouted.
There was a long silence.
"Honey?" I inquired.
Still silence.
"HON-"
"Its on the dryer. I put it there before I washed it." She said.
Reassured that I won't have to search for it. I sat on the bed and slipped on my socks and shoes. Then went to the outer kitchen to retreive my idenity. Joe McCoy .Yep thats me. A nice 'young' white male of 32. I took the pin and carefully attached it to my shirt.
I smelled food and joined my wife in breakfast. Upon aproaching the table I gave her my good mornings and a compliment. I pulled out the chair and sat down. I then remembered my odd dream about the talking chair. I dismissed the thought and mildly chewed my bacon and egg sandwich. During my eating, a drop of egg juice fell on my shoe. I took my napkin and leaned down and wiped it off. While I was doing that I noticed my wife was wearing a dress-skirt with blue pant-
I blushed slightly and sat back up. She was drinking her coffee.
"Alene, how are you this morning?" I asked her.
"Sad as always." Se replied.
"Sad?"
"Sad that I have to wait another 7 hours to see you again." She smiled.
I smiled too and leaned across the table and kissed her.
"Well Alene, I still have about an hour until I have to leave. What do you want to do?" I asked.
She walked over to my chair and whispered something into my ear. After hearing her request I agreed.

The soft morning air blew around me. Alena always likes to walk outside in the morning. I asked her what she wanted to do, so I wasn't really in a positon to argue. I really didn't mind anyway.
We walked down the sidewalk through the mist that hung over the neighborhood. The sound of the wind and her soft shoes hitting the ground was relaxing. We had our hands clasped together inside our jacket sleves.
"You know Joe. I don't know how we got together. With you being a scientist and me being English teacher. But I don't care how it happened, i'm just glad it did." She said with a smile.
"I feel the same way honey." I answered.
She kissed me with a ahnd on my cheek.
"Just do me a favor and remember to shave before you leave." She said rubbing my cheek.

I chuckled.
"Of course I will." and kissed her back then I added, "If I ever stop loving you, shoot me."

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I put on my tie and grabbed my wallet. I made for the door and kissed my wife goodbye on the way. I took my keys and started the car. I waved at Alena who was now by the door. I glanced at the clock. 7:26. Still had about 20 minutes to get to work. She blew a kiss as I was backing out. I acknowledged it, and drove down the road.

Arriving at work I opened the front door and made my way to my area. I said hi to some of my co-workers and sat down in the bottom floor testing area. After a while I learned from some gossip that we were doing unusual tests today. Unusual because we were going to continue a private research that we had no prior knowledge off. Apparently our more 'high level' scientists have been working on it and didn't tell us. But now they were ready for more open research with the rest of our team. I spun around in my chair while waiting for our assignment. I may be a scientist, but I still get bored. I was fiddling with my pen when Ted came in.
Ted annouced, "Today, our other scientists, who have been doing work in 'a dark basement', have decided it is time to get the whole team involved. They have not completely filled me in on what we are doing but they say it is very important. Something about we our being funded by a small corporation to do tests and research for them. So lets not screw this up!"
That about confirmed my prior gossip. Still unamused, I clicked my pen some more. Usually when the word 'important' came up, it meant we were being given a lot of money to do things.