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Thursday, April 23

Angular Gods: Prologue

Futures made of virtual insanity
now always seem to be governed by this love we have
for useless, twisting, of our new technology
Oh now there is no sound, for we all live underground

--Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai

It was night. A storm was beginning outside, but the agents were fortunately in a warm place.

Jim-Bean handed Guppy his cistron and Beretta. "Welcome back."

Guppy squinted at Jim-Bean. "Thanks, I think." He was still getting accustomed to life as an agent. They were at the apartment rented in New York City as their temporary base of operations. Guppy scanned his thumbprint. It read: ON PROBATION.

“I’m sure it’s temporary,” said Jim-Bean.

Archive smirked. “Just like my ‘Friendly’ status that Hammer applied for, right?”

There was an awkward silence when Hammer walked into the kitchen. Hammer was somewhat responsible for putting Guppy on mental health leave. [MORE]

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