Black Skull 18
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66.10.18 04:20
From: The Board
To: You
Dear valued BLOOM employee,
Hey friends,
We hope this finds you well.
We would like to inform you that to preserve company culture, a 9pm curfew is now in place. Your team leaders should have gone over the details, but we wanted to take this opportunity to reiterate, vehemently, how important it is for you to play ball.
We've already had numerous reports of employees out after the last bell. Gatherings of more than 6 people. Inter-department mingling. Come onnn. We don't ask that much. Are we really such bad guys? Who do you think suffers most when teammates get out of line?
We’re at war here, people, and we're going to have to stick together if we're going to get through this. We all have to make sacrifices. If only you could see what we've seen. Done what we've done. Maybe you wouldn't be so harsh, so quick to judge and find faults in the Mission.
We're humans too, okay. We have feelings just like you.
With humble gratitude,
The Board
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66.10.18 23:12
From: You
To: The Board
Dear Leaders
An old quarry had been drained and garbage was being bulldozered in and then burned. Black smoke hung over the whole place. Kids dragged burlap sacks up and down the garbage hills. Some of them used sticks with nails in the end to impale pieces of potentially fungible trash and transfer them into open-mouthed sacks. The littler kids didn't have sticks; they just picked through the shit with their hands.
I stood on the edge of the precipitous drop, surveying the scene when something moved in the corner of my eye.
A patch of garbage suddenly turned into the outline of a man and a bedraggled figure cast in rags began moving in pathetic swimming motions, moving away from some kids who were picking their way closer.
A little kid at the front of the pack suddenly lifted its head and sniffed. The way it sat back on its haunches, it looked like a dog. The others reacted as one – stiffened, swivelling their heads, sniffing.
The garbage man moved. The pack leapt and the man writhed like he was on fire. It was only when one of the kids lifted a concrete block and dropped it on his head that the raggedy body lay still.
And then, you fuckers, I had to go down there and scan what the fuck those animals left, tipping the block off him and trying not to look at the teeth marks.
Employee 531.448
