Lixy
In Denial That I Have an Internet Addiction
The Marionette Project
Director Baaus was a rather large man, fifties, greying, pot belly. He sat at a polished dark wood desk, a relic from another time. He called the shots, when the government wasn't peeping over his padded blazer shoulder and tittering.
An important man, he has a plaque, an expensive pen, pressed tie, a preppy assistant, and he had set up shop in what would've been the Warden's office in another lifetime, high ceilings, glass windows, dented and chipped wooden floors, the varnish coming off in sheets. In his hands, a yellow manilla wobbled precariously in his chubby fingers. Usually, his twig of an assistant handled all the paper work, but a blotchy ink stamp on the top read;
"Classified, your eyes only"
He had grumbled upon receiving it, the stamp always meaning "John Baaus: To-Do", but this one had been different. It was thin, which was new, but that's not what caught his attention. What caught his attention, in fine print, was the singular name: Marionettes.
While officially, the jail-turned-head-quarters was training for ProMar, the base also handled a plethora of other militarization operations. So, naturally, when Baaus saw the four-syllable word, he paused.
The project had only been mentioned in passing over the last ten years, most of the important decisions left to the Science Resource Department.
Poising his pen, Baaus peeped into the bright yellow cardboard.
4/10/XX12
Baaus, John
in RE;
Marionettes
On this date, 4/10/XX12, the Marionette Project subjects, batch one, subjects one through ten, have been issued official orders to begin preparations for departure in a week for the Restoration Project in Oyko.
Director John Baaus is to oversee the completion of the movement.
Oyko Restoration Leader
Ember, Dormer
Baaus stared at the sheet. Departure? It seemed so soon, the Marionettes? Repopulation? Already?
After a moment of consideration, he pulled up a new order, sent to: all, subject: move out. It was not his job to debate the morality of seventeen-year-olds "breeding", artificial humans or not, his job was to make sure everything ran smoothly for the government and the military.
So he sent the message, signed the papers, and the issue was out of his hands once again.
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Director Baaus was a rather large man, fifties, greying, pot belly. He sat at a polished dark wood desk, a relic from another time. He called the shots, when the government wasn't peeping over his padded blazer shoulder and tittering.
An important man, he has a plaque, an expensive pen, pressed tie, a preppy assistant, and he had set up shop in what would've been the Warden's office in another lifetime, high ceilings, glass windows, dented and chipped wooden floors, the varnish coming off in sheets. In his hands, a yellow manilla wobbled precariously in his chubby fingers. Usually, his twig of an assistant handled all the paper work, but a blotchy ink stamp on the top read;
"Classified, your eyes only"
He had grumbled upon receiving it, the stamp always meaning "John Baaus: To-Do", but this one had been different. It was thin, which was new, but that's not what caught his attention. What caught his attention, in fine print, was the singular name: Marionettes.
While officially, the jail-turned-head-quarters was training for ProMar, the base also handled a plethora of other militarization operations. So, naturally, when Baaus saw the four-syllable word, he paused.
The project had only been mentioned in passing over the last ten years, most of the important decisions left to the Science Resource Department.
Poising his pen, Baaus peeped into the bright yellow cardboard.
4/10/XX12
Baaus, John
in RE;
Marionettes
On this date, 4/10/XX12, the Marionette Project subjects, batch one, subjects one through ten, have been issued official orders to begin preparations for departure in a week for the Restoration Project in Oyko.
Director John Baaus is to oversee the completion of the movement.
Oyko Restoration Leader
Ember, Dormer
Baaus stared at the sheet. Departure? It seemed so soon, the Marionettes? Repopulation? Already?
After a moment of consideration, he pulled up a new order, sent to: all, subject: move out. It was not his job to debate the morality of seventeen-year-olds "breeding", artificial humans or not, his job was to make sure everything ran smoothly for the government and the military.
So he sent the message, signed the papers, and the issue was out of his hands once again.
@Bills352
@Sh3w0lfSp1r1t
@PlaguedWithInsanity
@Mauvez
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