Secret Worlds: Tech Support by S. Frankenstein
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SUMMARY: Where does SFFWorld get their tech support? ;)"It's just a door," I tell myself. My hand is shaking as I reach out and swallowing, grasp the door knob. To my surprise it turns easily enough and steeling myself, I gently push the door open.
"Oh my god...." I hear myself say, "It's worse than I ever imagined!"
The room was lined with cubicals with green-tinted glass walls, some adorned with Dilbert cartoons and Lord of the Ring parodies. A grandfather clock ticked away the hours next to a water cooler and one of those fake silk plants. But the center was a sunken pit, lined with soft cushions around a low table. Packets of hobnobs oatmeal cookies, tea pots and chilled bottles of milk were laid out expectantly beside fresh cups and a few sugar bowls.
"But where is everyone...?"
In the corner, the massive grandfather clock began to toll. Midnight. The door of the clock squeeks opened and Elves begain climbing out, chortling as they spotted the goodies lying there for them. I hastily pull the door almost closed, leaving a tiny crack to peer through
"He got the chocolate ones!"
"Dibs!"
"Don't be a pig! I want some too!"
"Quiet you lot!" an elder Elf said, quelling the crowd with a stern eye. "You know what curly-toes wants!"
"Yessir," the others chorused and began drifting towards their cubicals.
Monitors flickered to life and the air was soon filled with the soft humm of computers and harsher clicks of mice....
*excerpt taken from The Secret Worlds of SFFWorld.com*
--Ex.
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