Complaints - Part 1ComplaintsDee Wright sighed as he finished tidying the desk. Hed finished with dusting, mopping, organizing, and not a single customer had come in for some time. He cracked his neck gently and settled into his chair. The industrial fan in the corner oscillated a few times. He rapped his fingers on the wood of the table. Just three hours left in his shift.Despite the occasional boredom, he enjoyed working in the back. It was like his own little world. It was much better than being out there somewhere in the rest of store. He liked the owner but he knew she definitely had some quirks. Like the fact she opened a store which sold gender-bending products.It was a dangerous place if one wished to remain the same gender. Despite those pitfalls, Dee had managed, in sixteen months, never to be affected by a single one of the store products. A record he held alone among the staff. Most employees were turned within a month at most.The air from the fan brushed at his cap with the store l
Girly Farts TGGirly FartsFor once, Terica's garage wasn't on fire when I came over to visit. Pink smoke was belching through a crack in one of the windows though. I knocked on the metal door and waited.After some mild cursing and coughing from within, the door slid up. Terica had on her regular lab coat with the words above the pocket protector, "Doctor Terica Snorf Mad Scientist". Her long, frizzy brunette hair gave off a puff of smoke just behind her ear. She patted it out with her blue-gloved hands and mentioned, "Some things are a bit more flammable than they say..."I nodded and said, "I've noticed. Need anything? Where are your goggles?" Terica always wore her goggles in her laboratory garage and sometimes even out and about. I noticed a small bruise on her forehead.She answered, "They melted. I could've used a little more dihydrogen monoxide earlier. But it's under control now."A bright "FOOM"ing wall of fire erupted from behind Terica. I backed away but she assured me, "It'
Dec. 25, 2881, Nevada.The fire was mostly spent, and the Courier and Boone now lay under a sheltering rock fifty yards away from the spot where the Securitrons hit earlier that day. The girl was still so frail even after all the water and food she'd consumed in the past hours. With Boone finally settling down by her, and Victor silently standing guard over the pair, she'd already fallen asleep. Now the sniper, not even bothering to change out of the burlap shorts he'd been given, lay down as well. He ached, everywhere. Not one part of his body had stopped screaming for respite in the past week, and now he had it. There was nothing to fear until he opened his eyes again. And yet Boone couldn't immediately drop off to sleep. It wasn't the fact that the Courier, beside him, was crying quietly in her sleep, nor was it the dimly lit screen with a smiling cowboy face that hovered nearby. For the first time today, Boone had fe