I couldn't help but like her even though she was my target. A
sweet kid, working hard to get ahead. Almost like the daughter I
would never have.
I have no idea why TAQ picked me for this job. Heck, I like
people. But I'll bet you're confused. I probably should fill you
in from the start. . . .
About an Earth month ago, my boss TAQ (stands for Terminate All
Questions) --- she's the top Model V (that's V for Victory) Super
Intelligent Computer on this motorized rock -- sent me here to investigate.
They probably could have called her V-SIC, but I don't make up their names;
I just work here. I call 'it' a 'she' because it's not easy to work for a
machine. Anyway, four weeks ago, she has me snoopin' this
commercial operation. The receptionist is cute, so I don't mind
the overtime. But let me tell you how I came to be here -- to
terminate this sweet kid. . . .
Of course, TAQ monitors all the energy in and out of everything
on this asteroid. Don't know how these yokels ever think they can
pull a fast one, but one thing I have learned is that they never
learn. Well, never until it's too late.
A travel agency on an asteroid? Well, you'd want to be anywhere
else if you were stuck on one. And we were. Eight hundred people --
underground and under plastic -- stuck bringing this very valuable rock
back to Sig-Five so we could collect our credits.
Gone are the good old days when SpaceTech sent their asteroids back
unmanned -- probably because of that problem with Delta-Three. It started
with a minor miscalculation. The asteroid's return course had been vectored
with force pounds instead of kilos. And when the asteroid hit, all Delta-Three's
terraforming was suddenly in orbit inside a bright blue pyroclastic cloud. The
lawsuits nearly buried SpaceTech.
Now it's head 'em up, move 'em out, schlock on a rock with administration,
security, scientists, you-name-it. Trouble is, riding asteroids is a five-year
tour with only the basics, so Galaxy Travel does a bang-up business.
But anyway, TAQ tied the energy shortfall to Galaxy,
so she sent me to investigate. She could've just terminated the
entire operation and everyone in it, but the boss likes to keep
us loyals happy. And one way she does that is by making us feel....useful.
Some of us smarter ones know it's all a game, but we
play along anyway -- probably because it's safer that way.
So I get there and go right in the front door just like your average
paying customer, and the first sight that greets me is
Esmerelda's cute little fanny -- she's bendin' over pickin' up a
paper clip or somethin' -- she musta heard me gasp because she
looks up smilin' all sweet like runny molasses and says, "Sugar,
you're much too cute to be sneakin' up from behind. You could
give a girl heart failure."
Yeah, you guessed it! Right away we hit it outta the park! And
right away I had a problem. A big problem. I couldn't kill her -- not
Esmerelda.
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