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Extract from ‘The Diary of Dr. Rog’: Week 601, Day 4207
The poetry recordings playing over the PA system finally stopped this morning allowing me to discard the Disneyland Paris-themed ear muffs I’d found in a storage locker and return to normal practise. Today was Thursday and that meant I had duties to carry out. I headed up to the subject’s quarters to remove the brain from its nutrient-enriched mould so I could wheel it on a steel trolley to Examination Chamber B on the first floor. On my way down in the elevator I glanced at the newly introduced sign-in sheet which told me that I was once again the only person working this week. Dr. Randy had pencilled in ‘Buying fountain pens’ every day of the week for the next 2 months, whilst Technician Hardcastle was attending a ‘safety in numbers’ convention in Los Angeles. The rest of the staff at that time were unaccounted for.
I swiped my ID-Card and entered the examination chamber, which was a long rectangular-shaped room with all white walls and cobbled paving underfoot. At one end one of the white walls jutted out awkwardly into the room creating a hidden space behind it containing a fridge with various snacks and soft drinks.
I set the subject down on a steel table before identifying Groundsman Kent kneeling down and making notes in front of various LCD displays. I approached him cautiously, “What you working on there?” I said, “Didn’t you hear?" he replied in an excited tone, “I was promoted to Head Supervising Chief-in-practise, which basically means I’m in charge here now.” I was left shocked and could barely move my mouth to utter a response. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, it’s the same old story… guy becomes Groundsman, Groundsman gets bizarre and unfathomable promotion to Head Supervising Chief, Head Supervising Chief walks all over his previous superiors.. well don’t worry Doctor, I’m just here to get the job done" -- ”What job are you doing here?" I enquired, ”The subject was still in his containment cell…"
”WHAT!?!?" he cried, pointing, “Then who is that over there?" I did a quick pan of the room and soon spotted a brain suspended over a clothes dryer with various pegs and post-it notes attached to it. He was obviously in the middle of some complex and obscure experiment that I would never understand, but he was still a Groundsman and I was a Doctor so I told him I’d take care of things and sent him to his room.
Things had finally broken down here I thought as I pulled the subject from his mould and prepared the steam bath - the whole operation was in jeopardy of becoming a farce.
Written by J. King
The poetry recordings playing over the PA system finally stopped this morning allowing me to discard the Disneyland Paris-themed ear muffs I’d found in a storage locker and return to normal practise. Today was Thursday and that meant I had duties to carry out. I headed up to the subject’s quarters to remove the brain from its nutrient-enriched mould so I could wheel it on a steel trolley to Examination Chamber B on the first floor. On my way down in the elevator I glanced at the newly introduced sign-in sheet which told me that I was once again the only person working this week. Dr. Randy had pencilled in ‘Buying fountain pens’ every day of the week for the next 2 months, whilst Technician Hardcastle was attending a ‘safety in numbers’ convention in Los Angeles. The rest of the staff at that time were unaccounted for.
I swiped my ID-Card and entered the examination chamber, which was a long rectangular-shaped room with all white walls and cobbled paving underfoot. At one end one of the white walls jutted out awkwardly into the room creating a hidden space behind it containing a fridge with various snacks and soft drinks.
I set the subject down on a steel table before identifying Groundsman Kent kneeling down and making notes in front of various LCD displays. I approached him cautiously, “What you working on there?” I said, “Didn’t you hear?" he replied in an excited tone, “I was promoted to Head Supervising Chief-in-practise, which basically means I’m in charge here now.” I was left shocked and could barely move my mouth to utter a response. “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, it’s the same old story… guy becomes Groundsman, Groundsman gets bizarre and unfathomable promotion to Head Supervising Chief, Head Supervising Chief walks all over his previous superiors.. well don’t worry Doctor, I’m just here to get the job done" -- ”What job are you doing here?" I enquired, ”The subject was still in his containment cell…"
”WHAT!?!?" he cried, pointing, “Then who is that over there?" I did a quick pan of the room and soon spotted a brain suspended over a clothes dryer with various pegs and post-it notes attached to it. He was obviously in the middle of some complex and obscure experiment that I would never understand, but he was still a Groundsman and I was a Doctor so I told him I’d take care of things and sent him to his room.
Things had finally broken down here I thought as I pulled the subject from his mould and prepared the steam bath - the whole operation was in jeopardy of becoming a farce.
Written by J. King