Productivity

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by Grizzly_sinofsloth

by Grizzly_sinofsloth

SLUUUUURP!

You wouldn't think so, but that's what productivity sounds like.

KRUNCH!

Or that, but that's also what productivity sounds like.

Click! Click! Shff!

The sound of a mouse busy at work, sliding across a mousepad, checking each and every screen, each and every camera possible. On each and every one of these cameras was an edge crying out for help, and I was the one who made sure they got it.

Pyromancer, 32nd street.

"Alaska, Nile, head in."

Cyromancer, 23rd.

"Firebreak, kettle, you're up, on me."

Psychokinetic, 4th and paul.

"Mindframe, blocker, you know what we need to do."

Every field op, every mission, my computers, my cameras, my mouse and keyboard, each and every one of my cybernetics made it possible.

Lymn City, 2017, an outbreak of mysterious robberies by a suspect no one could find, or had ever even seen, or heard of.

They were finally cornered in an alley, before disappearing without a trace.

Lymn City, 2018, a series of blackouts and unintended assaults had broke out, only to suddenly cease without struggle or conflict.

So many more, so much persecution.

And you know the one who saw it all was doing?

Eating chips and drinking soda.

I still talk to trace and blackout when they aren't on missions.