George is almost chewing through his pencil. That means our counterprogramming got through, and he's only pretending to be a double agent now.
Unless the Opposition patched the subliminal clues we left in his iPod, and he's still a double agent, just pretending not to be one. The rhythm of his chewing is bothersome. I wonder if his patched program might include killing me. We seldom kill anybody; botnets are more useful, and there's no paperwork involved.
His realtime brainscan shows normal. Too normal. And his chewing is driving me crazy. The hell with it. I'm done with this crap. I need a new job ASAP.
Assuming that thought was mine.
.finis.
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that one almost made my brain hurt. Which is always fun.
And how's work, dear?
It's like a very very short thriller. Like the Usual Suspects where your beliefs are jerked around.
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