Ep 0.5 - Cleaver's Ship - "A Day's Work" - (Open)
Feb 15, 2012 20:10:38 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2012 20:10:38 GMT -5
In the past, she could recall filling out applications for every window displaying a 'Now Hiring' sign. There were too many to recall where she had applied-- as long as it was a square building with an advertisement, it got her name in the hat. For how many times she'd applied though, one in ten called back. Out of those, she was let go within the first few weeks. Deep down, she knew it was her fault. Lack of care and mental presence wasn't like to keep an ordinary job.
So she went to school on scholarships… spent most of her time immersed in not-very-legal things… lost her scholarships and flunked out of college… and then spent all of her new-found freedom and time in more not-very-legal things. It was about that time she'd realized just how careless she'd been, when two black suited men sat in the middle of her living room and offered her the first real job she ever had. …And after the past week, the only real job she was ever like to have.
In the human world.
Her first night on the ship, she felt remarkably at ease. For the first time in years, she had slept in a dreamless, black vacuum, and woke up to a blank slate of emotion. Cleaver had given her one of the ship's pods to call her own, and though she'd only spent two nights inside it, it was feeling more like home than anything had in her life. It was hers. A place where she could relax into numbness.
She dressed and prepared herself in silence. The shorts were from the same day she left New York. 'At least I had enough thought to pack an extra shir..' She pulled the thing close to smell the pits.'Mental note… Separate clothes. Keep dirty and clean clothes hampers on opposite sides of the room. Remember which side is which. …Can robots smell?' Tossing it aside she made a grab for Lucky tank, only two days old, and crossed into the ship.
Mentally she began to prepare herself for the first day on the job: The two sections of materials that needed detailing. Today would be a cleaning day-- simple enough to not require much orientation, but still necessary. It was just before she rounded the corner that the patient, dull pinging of the device in her back pocket reached her ears. 'Thought I turned that thing off… Must be Cleaver.' Reaching back as she rounded the corner, she plucked the thing out of its place to adjust the settings.
So she went to school on scholarships… spent most of her time immersed in not-very-legal things… lost her scholarships and flunked out of college… and then spent all of her new-found freedom and time in more not-very-legal things. It was about that time she'd realized just how careless she'd been, when two black suited men sat in the middle of her living room and offered her the first real job she ever had. …And after the past week, the only real job she was ever like to have.
In the human world.
Her first night on the ship, she felt remarkably at ease. For the first time in years, she had slept in a dreamless, black vacuum, and woke up to a blank slate of emotion. Cleaver had given her one of the ship's pods to call her own, and though she'd only spent two nights inside it, it was feeling more like home than anything had in her life. It was hers. A place where she could relax into numbness.
She dressed and prepared herself in silence. The shorts were from the same day she left New York. 'At least I had enough thought to pack an extra shir..' She pulled the thing close to smell the pits.'Mental note… Separate clothes. Keep dirty and clean clothes hampers on opposite sides of the room. Remember which side is which. …Can robots smell?' Tossing it aside she made a grab for Lucky tank, only two days old, and crossed into the ship.
Mentally she began to prepare herself for the first day on the job: The two sections of materials that needed detailing. Today would be a cleaning day-- simple enough to not require much orientation, but still necessary. It was just before she rounded the corner that the patient, dull pinging of the device in her back pocket reached her ears. 'Thought I turned that thing off… Must be Cleaver.' Reaching back as she rounded the corner, she plucked the thing out of its place to adjust the settings.