December 26th, Boxing Day.
Before, Sayre used to confuse that holiday as a day for boxers to rejoice and fill up boxing rings around the globe, but now I know that it's just simply a festive holiday after Christmas Day. How funny I thought to myself. The holiday is like charity on steroids that were collected on Christmas Day and to be opened a day after, hence, Boxing Day.
"Are you listening?" yelled from in front.
Sayre nodded attentively. I realized that that holiday was an exception for me, it wasn't anything festive but a serious modus operandi.
"Listen," he said as he walked from corner to corner on an interactive digital whiteboard with all the sketches, doodles, arrows, and whatnot. "Special Op Nevada. You are to seize a remote energy facility at Shanty Town, an unincorporated community. We have to extend our power firms at MAME plus more capital. They have some means of nuclear and geothermal power there."
"Isn't there a better way? Like that array of wind turbines located just a mere northeast of MAME, or maybe an array of solar panels on our rooftops?"
He waved his hand side-to-side. "No, no, no. MAME is trying to be independent of the national power grid as possible to you know—not get caught. About the solar panels, we wouldn't see a mutual benefit or compensation for another thirty years, and boy I don't want to wait that long."
With the existence of an academic scholarship, an uncanny-fancy architecture ring to it, and a plethora of divisions to offer, MAME really just sticks out on just about any angle possible. Even the notion of "not getting caught" is obvious enough to throw that perception out of the waters.
Sayre sighed, "Whatever you say, boss."
It was a good thirty-five minute discussion between Sayre and Enterprise on this so-called "special operation" to the point that he would quickly dismiss my suggestions. Sayre still wonders how much of a big deal this one is since I never ever thought of the energy situation in MAME—on that point, I always thought that MAME has substantial electricity reserves given how luxurious it powers up the entire facility, but it turns out that that's already on its tipping point.
Anywho, I exited his office and walked about in the East Atrium for a while. It was past twelve in the midnight, coming across here which is minimally lit with ninety percent of the light coming from the nightly-illuminated sunroof. It was mostly devoid of people roaming around and going through various IT subdivisions. The Canonical Four are currently off-shift around this time. Well, Sayre should be too but Enterprise had to summon me, so...
"Hey," said a figure from the other end of the East Atrium towards one of the Divisions Hallway.
Sayre waved her hand from a distance and so she approached him. "Yeah, hello!" I greeted with such energy.
He waved back. "So, ready for this special case of an operation or something?"
"You gotch'a, Akko!" Sayre pumped a fist with the brightest of smiles.
Ever since that rendezvous at the rooftop that night, I began to know more about him. From what I can collect about him, he's more of a pseudo-philosophical person—I prefixed it with "pseudo" because he is in the notion of hating everyone with a passion (I don't know about me though) like Plato on Aristotle on Satanic steroids. I can kind of see why he was thrown into the HR Division with all of that spew of philosophy, but he's also more of a computer savvy like me. From plain hindsight however, Sayre just finds him nothing more than a basic IT specialist.
We eventually headed for the lobby to drive onto my minicar.
"Holy shit, you can drive?" he flabbergasted.
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Étude of Humanity
Teen FictionSayre is fully content with her life as a child, especially with her parents that she loves so much as their only child. She is an ideal childhood girl that spent making lovable memories with the people that entered her into the world. Of course, sh...
