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Your two coworkers track the piece of paper as it zooms past them. Huh! You're...glad that did something! Uriel quickly prepares the ritual while Presley starts shifting through the garbage fortunes for future uses.
"Yes, Father, I feel thou art with me. Delay our horrid, cursed fates. Weaken the bonds of our incoming Death. For our eternal visit to the Kingdom of the Son, Father, and Mother is not today..."
You never got this Father stuff but if it works for the rituals, you won't complain. You sort through the really important fortunes and collect them in a separate bag. You place them nearby the small ritual circle (really clean lines, steady hand) he has set up.
The electronic buzz in your head gets louder again. Ehehe...ouch, ouch, ouch. It's been like that for a while now. When you entered REFINE-
NEUROTEMPLATE E:\MEMORYREFINE: Access denied. Contact P-Company Electronic Support for more details.
Nevermind, you have this ritual to deal with. You help Presley filter through the pile of fortunes. You take a moment to process everything. And quickly discard it because you already have enough to deal with on this job, gotta keep that smile up!
Though, speaking about stuff on your plate...that book, the potential for limiting human harm with it staying here instead of in the field. You're going to talk to Monifa and Q about it. Hopefully you make your case.
"...and BEGONE, SIN!" Uriel claps as a violent gust of wind floods the containment cell. Your components jostle inside of you. Presley tries covering his hair to make sure it isn't blown away...despite the fact it's not actual hair.
That weird, ominous whispering from before looms in the room before it disappears again. For a brief moment, you thought you felt a <span class="mu-r">chill</span> running down your spine. Uriel quickly closes the book and pulls out the new set of fortunes.
"Employee T: Department of Accounting Office, in Q's arms. Bloodloss will be moderate, REFINEMENT's fault. ETA: When 4-DM-1N wakes up."
"Make Employee J vomit at any cost. Make sure he vomits on a Department Head. Then, feed him some meat."
"*P-District will be locked down for 24 hours. Anomaly of X5 Category detected. Anomaly briefly restrained, damaging Androids mentally or physically extends it. Repeat regularly until contained."
"*Star of the Century will breach on Shift 9, Hour 6. Chance of multiple employee deaths: 45.5%. Cut five stars onto the flesh of five employees and rub in salt to stop her."
"Lucky Numbers for Employee Y: 1, 5, 7. Be professional, be cold, be brief. Mind the amount of words you say each sentence. They can hear you."
"Lucky Letters for Employee X: Y. Listen to any command Y gives. Your life will be saved if you follow them."
"To Administrator: Give your clown a hug and a sloppy kiss on the lips! :o)"
O-okay, these are a bit better! You quickly bag them up and rush over to inform the Department Heads! You hope to whoever that they listen to you...
[CONNECTION SERVERED.]
