Tan uniform. A body that would have fit it comfortably two years ago. The optimistic hubris of the day's test subject. Carl---a middle-manager that Gerty hoped to never see again. His last name already forgotten, even though it was at the top of the form she was prompting him to sign. Even James, her supervisor, couldn't fully suppress his amusement as he listened to Carl recite his accomplishments. "Know who cut down the total page count to 142 on the most recent yearly mess hall summary? You're lookin' at 'em." James just nodded and hid behind the haze of his cigarette. The tests had been going fine, but the tendency of participants to omit "likely behaviours" had become a serious security concern. Espionage was great, but top-secret information without any accountability was beginning to worry the top executives. Carl was waiting obediently for Gerty to hand him the escapement mechanism. She assumed his aw-shucks demeanor meant he was a complete deviant in the loop. People could…
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