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“You came in just now, and then I saw—” <br> | |||
She stopped. <br> | |||
“What?” <br> | |||
“A monster. A nice one, an especially nice one to have around when you're in trouble, but a monster just the same, without any human foolishness like love in him, and—What's the matter? Have I said something I shouldn't?” | |||
:— Dashiel Hammett: ''The Dain Curse'' (1929) | |||
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Identified the murderer because he said [[eye-ess-dee-aye]]. | Identified the murderer because he said [[eye-ess-dee-aye]]. | ||
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Tatts said, “sir the supply line to the joint chiefs is cut off. There is no signal.” | Tatts said, “sir the supply line to the joint chiefs is cut off. There is no signal.” | ||
===2018=== | |||
Veteran of ww2, saw action in the xxx lost good men there. Has flashbacks. Sharp tongued wise cracker. He fears becoming like the old man, a shell with no human feelings whatsoever | |||
Private investigator I used to turn tricks just like any other John, but I noticed one day that all was not right with the world. One too many knuckleheads and frauds got away with it and they let me go from one more gig and | |||
Well they say necessity is the mother of invention, and I tell you how u dreamed of telling them all, the whole kitten caboodle, to go straight to hell | |||
====[[BlackBerry]]=== | |||
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I dreamed about it. I stood with my toes across the edge of a great cliff, and I roared, and I howled, and I hurled that infernal organiser, with all my might, out over the glittering waves. It spun and arced out in a graceful curl and fell, curling down until it spritzed on the black rocks below. | |||
Jesus. | |||
''Black rocks''. Before now, I never made the connection. | |||
I must be in ''deep''. | |||
The BB shattered. It atomised into a billion particles as fine as the elemental dust of which we are all made. The dust. The dust rose, and I could see it even over that distance and it gathered and rose up before me and it assembled if conducted by an invisible plan and it said I have a plan for you, I have a plan — | |||
''Then'' the fucker woke me up. The ’berry, still there, still corporeal, animated by no greater intelligence and bearing news of no greater moment than the legal and compliance workstream of the target operating model [[steerco]] buzzed at that very moment, its winking red eye and bustling ring tone. I had action points and I did not know what they were. | |||
But I felt it, just the same. It was more than just a dream. It was too real, too coherent, too indicative of a greater purpose. | |||
I began to dig. | |||
And the dreams kept coming. | |||
And I dreamed that the bank went up in flames and collapsed, and a great halo of joyous light raised up to the heavens and the people said ''hosanna'' and then I saw this McGuffin in the ruins and it didn’t burn and it didn’t deteriorate, but it rose up and spoke to me and it showed me a bigger plan. It called my name. Well, my sleeping self – I was called Clint in that one – knew it was some kind of a dream (a dream in a dream?) and I snapped back – and there they were, saying my name, and I was in a call and the subject was the target operating model of this or that | |||
When the end came for real I didn’t suspect a thing. They called me to a meeting room with a guy on the door. | |||
I thought I’d rent out a place close to the city. I wanted easy access to snoop around. There were some recurring landmarks and I knew I had to be close. They showed me around a floor on the cheese grater. No good. I looked at a mobile office space just off Finsbury Circus. I stayed there for a week. They tossed me out. I wound up in a draughty flat above a derelict station running east. Downstairs they sold soup and upstairs a Turkish family watched daytime TV. It was Shoreditch, so really quite ''a la mode'', but it wasn’t glamorous. The landlord was a gammon slob in a singlet. He turned up weekly and took the rent in cash and didn’t write receipts. | |||
There was a desk there, and I found a chair they were throwing out from an office supplies shop. I had my stuff set up in a half hour, and I put my sign up on the door. | |||
I had some savings and I set about burning them. | |||
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