I crumpled up my papers and stuffed them in the black briefcase I was always told to carry. Check-In meetings were probably my least favorite thing to do on Saturday, considering they took the whole morning, 9:00-11:30. I dug through the briefcase and pulled out the small white piece of rubber. It went on my left index finger, crawling up, not exceeding my finger nail. It fit perfectly, a bit tight so it would stay on. At first glance it looked like a well-fitting rubber thimble, but it actually had a personal identity bio of me. All the staff had one, different colours for different jobs, and since I was a whitewasher, I wore a white one. To leave my office&flat where I lived, I had to press a small red button with this rubber cover, it would scan it, and then open the elevator-like doors.
I stepped out and breathed fresh air. "Freedom," I sighed. I hurried to the elevator and got downstairs and outside as quick as possible. Once outside I looked around. People were running all over the streets, going into shops and talking in buildings. My watch said it was only 7:45, and the walk to Central Office was only 15 minutes, if I hurried. So I dashed into Sweet's Cafe. Sweets, the busy owner herself, was setting down a load of mint milkshakes. She looked at me skeptically. "Sit down, Stephanie. I'll be with you sometime today." I sat at the counter, next to a weird guy dressed in red. His name tag said Boomer. "Hello, Boomer. I think we've met before," I smiled at him. "Ah, Stephanie." Boomer twirled his noodles around his fork. "How is your new job?" "New?" I stared at Boomer in surprise. "This job isn't new, I've always had it!" "No....you haven't. You got it a week ago." I stared, quite drawn back. I couldn't even remember anything from a week ago.
I crumpled up my papers and stuffed them in the black briefcase I was always told to carry. Check-In meetings were probably my least favorite thing to do on Saturday, considering they took the whole morning, 9:00-11:30. I dug through the briefcase and pulled out the small white piece of rubber. It went on my left index finger, crawling up, not exceeding my finger nail. It fit perfectly, a bit tight so it would stay on. At first glance it looked like a well-fitting rubber thimble, but it actually had a personal identity bio of me. All the staff had one, different colours for different jobs, and since I was a whitewasher, I wore a white one. To leave my office&flat where I lived, I had to press a small red button with this rubber cover, it would scan it, and then open the elevator-like doors.
I stepped out and breathed fresh air. "Freedom," I sighed. I hurried to the elevator and got downstairs and outside as quick as possible. Once outside I looked around. People were running all over the streets, going into shops and talking in buildings. My watch said it was only 7:45, and the walk to Central Office was only 15 minutes, if I hurried. So I dashed into Sweet's Cafe. Sweets , the busy owner herself, was setting down a load of mint milkshakes. She looked at me skeptically. "Sit down, Stephanie. I'll be with you sometime today." I sat at the counter, next to a weird guy dressed in red. His name tag said Boomer . "Hello, Boomer. I think we've met before," I smiled at him. "Ah, Stephanie." Boomer twirled his noodles around his fork. "How is your new job?" "New?" I stared at Boomer in surprise. "This job isn't new, I've always had it!" "No....you haven't. You got it a week ago." I stared, quite drawn back. I couldn't even remember anything from a week ago.
Yay! Weird Guy (In the Red Shirt) role! Nice story Stephanie.
I crumpled up my papers and stuffed them in the black briefcase I was always told to carry. Check-In meetings were probably my least favorite thing to do on Saturday, considering they took the whole morning, 9:00-11:30. I dug through the briefcase and pulled out the small white piece of rubber. It went on my left index finger, crawling up, not exceeding my finger nail. It fit perfectly, a bit tight so it would stay on. At first glance it looked like a well-fitting rubber thimble, but it actually had a personal identity bio of me. All the staff had one, different colours for different jobs, and since I was a whitewasher, I wore a white one. To leave my office&flat where I lived, I had to press a small red button with this rubber cover, it would scan it, and then open the elevator-like doors.
I stepped out and breathed fresh air. "Freedom," I sighed. I hurried to the elevator and got downstairs and outside as quick as possible. Once outside I looked around. People were running all over the streets, going into shops and talking in buildings. My watch said it was only 7:45, and the walk to Central Office was only 15 minutes, if I hurried. So I dashed into Sweet's Cafe. Sweets , the busy owner herself, was setting down a load of mint milkshakes. She looked at me skeptically. "Sit down, Stephanie. I'll be with you sometime today." I sat at the counter, next to a weird guy dressed in red. His name tag said Boomer . "Hello, Boomer. I think we've met before," I smiled at him. "Ah, Stephanie." Boomer twirled his noodles around his fork. "How is your new job?" "New?" I stared at Boomer in surprise. "This job isn't new, I've always had it!" "No....you haven't. You got it a week ago." I stared, quite drawn back. I couldn't even remember anything from a week ago.
Yay! Weird Guy (In the Red Shirt) role! Nice story Stephanie.
The staff had completely taken over. LMB City was now a different sort of place. The Moderators were the new heads, users had no say. Even worse, there were many more jobs to be done. I was a whitewasher. The Whitewashers had one simple job, destroy paperwork. I destroyed contracts, records and archives of the old LMB City. The Writers, as they were called, wrote up new replacements for our destroyed documents, new documents with false dates, giving the Mods ultimate power.
Users were taken off the street, drafted, and forced to live in small apartments and do their work on computers. I had to delete files off of computers, and feed all printed documents to the paper shredder. Life was boring in this stuffy apartment. Every other Saturday I had to do a Check-In, like every other member of the staff. We had to go to an office, show them lists of all our work, and answer questions. The lists were later destroyed.
I never had any work to show, and I was not allowed to tell other users what I did for the government. They did, however, know I had a government job, which said enough. At first they tried to wipe our memories of any previous activity before the job, but once a user mentioned your previous life it all came back within an hour. The memory wiping program was abolished after that.
After my Saturday morning Check-In, I went down the street, looking for something to do. One interesting building stood out to me, it was painted in blue, with a large sign, green letters, reading, Music Madness! I opened the door, with silver bells, and went in. Immediately I could smell the popcorn, hear the music, and see the users, sitting on red and gold chairs sipping large sugary Sprites. Sam walked up to me. "Hi Stephanie, glad you could make it."
"Sure," I muttered, looking around.
"Fill out this card, while I get you a drink," Samuel said.
The card was mostly about favorite kinds of musics. I found myself checking the "Other" box the most often. When I was finished I dropped it into the silver card box and turned to see Samuel coming towards me with a tray of drinks. "Sam," I said in a low voice. "Can we talk somewhere private?" "Sure," Sam led me to a back room, painted grey, piled high with paper plates, newspapers and empty soda cans. I took a gulp of water before I began. "Sam, you may or may not know from this white cap, but I'm a Whitewasher." "A whitewasher?" Sam was quite taken back. "Stephanie....how?" "I was drafted, it wasn't my choice to make," I said. "How long has this been going on?" "Two weeks. I almost lost my memory completely till Boomer revived it," I replied. "But how do I get out of it? I don't want this job!" "I don't know," Sam ran his finger along the cup. "Why would I know?" I leaned forward. "Because, four months ago, in the official government papers, you were listed as a Whitewasher. I was instructed to destroy those papers, which I did. But I want to know how you got out of it! It's obviously legal if the government approves." "It's not legal, the government just knew they couldn't do anything about it, and they didn't want the public hearing about it," Sam said. "Well, tell me, please!" I begged. "It's dangerous, it's risky. I can't give you any guarantee it will work," Sam said. "Tell me!" "Do you know who Bobbywan is?" Sam asked. "Bobbywan? Sure! He's an RP Rep." "Do you know what RP Reps do?" Sam said. "They supposedly manage and run the RPs, keeping everything in order. But they mainly are in charge of user entertainment. They keep the users entertained, to keep them from seeing what the government is doing. They distract them." "What is the government doing?" "Taking other cities! They're turning into an empire!" Sam exclaimed. "And what does this have to do with me abandoning the Whitewashers?" I asked. "Join the secret military." "Wait," I stopped. "We have a military?" San laughed. "Don't think we're armed soldiers capturing and injuring other users. This is a cyber military. The government takes control of the military by hacking their systems, deleting old city records, and forging new ones saying that we founded the city! The Whitewashers are quite qualified, it's the closest thing they get to a promotion." I began to get the idea, slowly. "Sam, I think I know what you're saying."
The staff had completely taken over. LMB City was now a different sort of place. The Moderators were the new heads, users had no say. Even worse, there were many more jobs to be done. I was a whitewasher. The Whitewashers had one simple job, destroy paperwork. I destroyed contracts, records and archives of the old LMB City. The Writers, as they were called, wrote up new replacements for our destroyed documents, new documents with false dates, giving the Mods ultimate power.
Users were taken off the street, drafted, and forced to live in small apartments and do their work on computers. I had to delete files off of computers, and feed all printed documents to the paper shredder. Life was boring in this stuffy apartment. Every other Saturday I had to do a Check-In, like every other member of the staff. We had to go to an office, show them lists of all our work, and answer questions. The lists were later destroyed.
I never had any work to show, and I was not allowed to tell other users what I did for the government. They did, however, know I had a government job, which said enough. At first they tried to wipe our memories of any previous activity before the job, but once a user mentioned your previous life it all came back within an hour. The memory wiping program was abolished after that.
After my Saturday morning Check-In, I went down the street, looking for something to do. One interesting building stood out to me, it was painted in blue, with a large sign, green letters, reading, Music Madness! I opened the door, with silver bells, and went in. Immediately I could smell the popcorn, hear the music, and see the users, sitting on red and gold chairs sipping large sugary Sprites. Sam walked up to me. "Hi Stephanie, glad you could make it."
"Sure," I muttered, looking around.
"Fill out this card, while I get you a drink," Samuel said.
The card was mostly about favorite kinds of musics. I found myself checking the "Other" box the most often. When I was finished I dropped it into the silver card box and turned to see Samuel coming towards me with a tray of drinks. "Sam," I said in a low voice. "Can we talk somewhere private?" "Sure," Sam led me to a back room, painted grey, piled high with paper plates, newspapers and empty soda cans. I took a gulp of water before I began. "Sam, you may or may not know from this white cap, but I'm a Whitewasher." "A whitewasher?" Sam was quite taken back. "Stephanie....how?" "I was drafted, it wasn't my choice to make," I said. "How long has this been going on?" "Two weeks. I almost lost my memory completely till Boomer revived it," I replied. "But how do I get out of it? I don't want this job!" "I don't know," Sam ran his finger along the cup. "Why would I know?" I leaned forward. "Because, four months ago, in the official government papers, you were listed as a Whitewasher. I was instructed to destroy those papers, which I did. But I want to know how you got out of it! It's obviously legal if the government approves." "It's not legal, the government just knew they couldn't do anything about it, and they didn't want the public hearing about it," Sam said. "Well, tell me, please!" I begged. "It's dangerous, it's risky. I can't give you any guarantee it will work," Sam said. "Tell me!" "Do you know who Bobbywan is?" Sam asked. "Bobbywan? Sure! He's an RP Rep." "Do you know what RP Reps do?" Sam said. "They supposedly manage and run the RPs, keeping everything in order. But they mainly are in charge of user entertainment. They keep the users entertained, to keep them from seeing what the government is doing. They distract them." "What is the government doing?" "Taking other cities! They're turning into an empire!" Sam exclaimed. "And what does this have to do with me abandoning the Whitewashers?" I asked. "Join the secret military." "Wait," I stopped. "We have a military?" San laughed. "Don't think we're armed soldiers capturing and injuring other users. This is a cyber military. The government takes control of the military by hacking their systems, deleting old city records, and forging new ones saying that we founded the city! The Whitewashers are quite qualified, it's the closest thing they get to a promotion." I began to get the idea, slowly. "Sam, I think I know what you're saying."
The staff had completely taken over. LMB City was now a different sort of place. The Moderators were the new heads, users had no say. Even worse, there were many more jobs to be done. I was a whitewasher. The Whitewashers had one simple job, destroy paperwork. I destroyed contracts, records and archives of the old LMB City. The Writers, as they were called, wrote up new replacements for our destroyed documents, new documents with false dates, giving the Mods ultimate power.
Users were taken off the street, drafted, and forced to live in small apartments and do their work on computers. I had to delete files off of computers, and feed all printed documents to the paper shredder. Life was boring in this stuffy apartment. Every other Saturday I had to do a Check-In, like every other member of the staff. We had to go to an office, show them lists of all our work, and answer questions. The lists were later destroyed.
I never had any work to show, and I was not allowed to tell other users what I did for the government. They did, however, know I had a government job, which said enough. At first they tried to wipe our memories of any previous activity before the job, but once a user mentioned your previous life it all came back within an hour. The memory wiping program was abolished after that.
After my Saturday morning Check-In, I went down the street, looking for something to do. One interesting building stood out to me, it was painted in blue, with a large sign, green letters, reading, Music Madness! I opened the door, with silver bells, and went in. Immediately I could smell the popcorn, hear the music, and see the users, sitting on red and gold chairs sipping large sugary Sprites. Sam walked up to me. "Hi Stephanie, glad you could make it."
"Sure," I muttered, looking around.
"Fill out this card, while I get you a drink," Samuel said.
The card was mostly about favorite kinds of musics. I found myself checking the "Other" box the most often. When I was finished I dropped it into the silver card box and turned to see Samuel coming towards me with a tray of drinks. "Sam," I said in a low voice. "Can we talk somewhere private?" "Sure," Sam led me to a back room, painted grey, piled high with paper plates, newspapers and empty soda cans. I took a gulp of water before I began. "Sam, you may or may not know from this white cap, but I'm a Whitewasher." "A whitewasher?" Sam was quite taken back. "Stephanie....how?" "I was drafted, it wasn't my choice to make," I said. "How long has this been going on?" "Two weeks. I almost lost my memory completely till Boomer revived it," I replied. "But how do I get out of it? I don't want this job!" "I don't know," Sam ran his finger along the cup. "Why would I know?" I leaned forward. "Because, four months ago, in the official government papers, you were listed as a Whitewasher. I was instructed to destroy those papers, which I did. But I want to know how you got out of it! It's obviously legal if the government approves." "It's not legal, the government just knew they couldn't do anything about it, and they didn't want the public hearing about it," Sam said. "Well, tell me, please!" I begged. "It's dangerous, it's risky. I can't give you any guarantee it will work," Sam said. "Tell me!" "Do you know who Bobbywan is?" Sam asked. "Bobbywan? Sure! He's an RP Rep." "Do you know what RP Reps do?" Sam said. "They supposedly manage and run the RPs, keeping everything in order. But they mainly are in charge of user entertainment. They keep the users entertained, to keep them from seeing what the government is doing. They distract them." "What is the government doing?" "Taking other cities! They're turning into an empire!" Sam exclaimed. "And what does this have to do with me abandoning the Whitewashers?" I asked. "Join the secret military." "Wait," I stopped. "We have a military?" San laughed. "Don't think we're armed soldiers capturing and injuring other users. This is a cyber military. The government takes control of the military by hacking their systems, deleting old city records, and forging new ones saying that we founded the city! The Whitewashers are quite qualified, it's the closest thing they get to a promotion." I began to get the idea, slowly. "Sam, I think I know what you're saying."
Nice story Stephanie. 
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