Friday, June 13, 2008

IN BLOG WE TRUST – Part 1

Let’s try something new. . . .It’s kinda a meme tag, but a little different. Let’s see how it goes. . . . and how long it goes.

The Rules

I’ve started a story. . .one paragraph. I will then tag someone. They will write the next paragraph and list it in the comments column. And then tag someone else. If you can’t think of someone to tag, tag me and I’ll send it in another direction. Repeat as necessary. The story has to remain coherent but you can take it in any direction that you want.

IN BLOG WE TRUST – Part 1

The day started out like any other. . .snooze alarm, quick shower, a quick look in the cabinets before accepting that there isn’t time for breakfast and off to work. Unlocking the door of the 1993 Chevy Cavalier, Winchell noticed another new ding in the body of the car.

“I swear to God, that wasn’t there when I got out. People must be sideswiping me in the driveway while I’m sleeping.” Winchell muttered to himself disgustedly.

It’s not like he was talking to anyone else, because nobody else was up at this hour of the morning. The car started as smoothly as the $1200 repair job would allow, which was a relief. Plugging the newly loaded generic MP3 player into the cassette adapter, his journey to the world of the working masses began.
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The only problem was that the masses were no longer really a mass at all. The automation project was working just as the creators said it would, and the need for "masses" was being reduced a little more each cycle.
Eventually, it seemed to Winchell, even his position would fall prey to the process. After that, well, he would deal with that when the time came. For the time being, however, he was content to remain unnoticed by the project.
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RT -
As Winchell arrived to work, thoughts of flying under the radar and making do until his time came to move on resonated with him. He'd been a company guy, always on time, and never a problem with his work or its quality. He didn't make waves and those that controlled his status with The Company liked it that way.

Later that day, he was called into the supervisor's office.

"Winchell," Supervisor X said with a snarl, "We have a change coming to The Company. You have been chosen to be part of the automation project to bring stability to the workforce. You will be used as a model for our prototype WRKRB-E10."

Perplexed and slightly amused, given his sarcastic nature, Winchell asked, "Will I be a number or a free man?" Throwing out a reference to British television was sure to catch Supervisor X off-guard, or so he thought.

Without missing a beat, Supervisor X warned Winchell that this was not a matter to take lightly. "You will be comfortable, and you will be paid handsomely. We will discuss this more in a few days. Be prepared for change." Nodding his head in the affirmative, Winchell made his way back to his work station feeling slightly confused and very aware that he needed to make some serious decisions.

He had to stay to fight the automation from within, or he had to flee and fight from the outside. Either way, Winchell knew he had to fight, even with the power of The Company against him.
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Go To Part 2. . . .

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12 Comments:

At 4:39 PM, OpenID exilian said...

I got your tag.

I'll try to write soon.

Sorry about the delay.

Things are really getting tough around here and I'm busting my ass to find work, so computer time is mainly devoted to job-hunting.

 
At 12:07 PM, Blogger jt said...

Sorry man, I missed your tag. Your comment got hung up in my spam filter, and I just noticed it today.

I'll get right on this...

 
At 12:16 PM, Blogger jt said...

So should I post a story here in your comments, or on my blog and tag someone there.

Nevermind, I will post it here. Let me think of something....

"The only problem was that the masses were no longer really a mass at all. The automation project was working just as the creators said it would, and the need for "masses" was being reduced a little more each cycle.
Eventually, it seemed to Winchell, even his position would fall prey to the process. After that, well, he would deal with that when the time came. For the time being, however, he was content to remain unnoticed by the project.

 
At 12:17 PM, Blogger jt said...

I forgot to tag someone, sorry.

Lets see what the resident teacher can come up with...RT!

 
At 9:20 PM, Blogger RT said...

I'll get on it tomorrow. I have off Friday, so I'll have time to think and not obsess about work.

I'll post my part of the story sometime in the evening (after school activity).

Oh, and I have a five-day weekend! HA!

 
At 4:10 PM, Blogger RT said...

As Winchell arrived to work, thoughts of flying under the radar and making do until his time came to move on resonated with him. He'd been a company guy, always on time, and never a problem with his work or its quality. He didn't make waves and those that controlled his status with The Company liked it that way.

Later that day, he was called into the supervisor's office.

"Winchell," Supervisor X said with a snarl, "We have a change coming to The Company. You have been chosen to be part of the automation project to bring stability to the workforce. You will be used as a model for our prototype WRKRB-E10."

Perplexed and slightly amused, given his sarcastic nature, Winchell asked, "Will I be a number or a free man?" Throwing out a reference to British television was sure to catch Supervisor X off-guard, or so he thought.

Without missing a beat, Supervisor X warned Winchell that this was not a matter to take lightly. "You will be comfortable, and you will be paid handsomely. We will discuss this more in a few days. Be prepared for change." Nodding his head in the affirmative, Winchell made his way back to his work station feeling slightly confused and very aware that he needed to make some serious decisions.

He had to stay to fight the automation from within, or he had to flee and fight from the outside. Either way, Winchell knew he had to fight, even with the power of The Company against him.

I tag Wyatt.

 
At 10:15 PM, Blogger Wyatt Earp said...

Half a mile away, Detective Gordon walked onto the crime scene with a spring in his step. Although he despised day work, he got over it quickly. Today was his first day working in the Homicide Division, and nothing – not even his first corpse – was going to get him down.

“What do we have?” Gordon asked.

“White male, approximately thirty-five years old, shot twice in the chest with a large caliber pistol,” the patrol officer replied. “We got the call from police radio, but there doesn’t seem to be any witnesses forthcoming. Go figure.”

“Swell,” Gordon said. “Is there any ID on the body?”

“Yeah,” the officer replied. “And you’re not going to like it. This poor sap worked for The Company.”

“Damnit,” Gordon muttered.


I'm gonna tag Jim from bRight & Early.

 
At 11:33 PM, Anonymous Jim said...

Winchell tried to lose himself in mind-numbing tasks that allowed him time to think. A good plan in theory, but instead of concentrating on the choices that were bearing down on him his mind found more interesting rabbit trails to wander on.

He was making a useless mental list of all of the jobs he held since high school while the computer in front of him crunched data, but otherwise ignored him. Suddenly he became aware that his mind had stopped concentrating on even the things he wasn't getting paid to think about. He was even more aware of the reason why.

Jackie's perfume announced her arrival moments before her head appeared at the cubicle's opening. It wasn't an overpowering scent, but to Winchell it was as powerful a Pavlov's bell.

"Winch", Jackie asked, "have you seen Mikal? He was supposed to join me on a conference call fifteen minutes ago."

"No, I haven't," Winchell replied with just a hint of jealousy. "In fact, now that I think about it, I don't remember seeing 'The Beast' in it's parking spot."

 
At 2:22 PM, Blogger Captain America said...

Can anone play or do you have to be tagged?

 
At 10:16 AM, Blogger Deathlok said...

Anyone can play!! I just wanted to avoid two people writing from the same string.

 
At 3:34 PM, Blogger Old NFO said...

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