The board members smile at each other, nodding their vague approval (strictly according to company protocol.) in a collaborative critical mass guesture. The company demands absolute agreement, divine and automatically structured, so shall it be. The end. The "yes" men/womyn are all paid in equal, pre-recorded, amounts that selectively materialise in their lap-dances only once successful death of the relevant idea (or thought process) has been properly verified through psychic interrogation. There is no exit from the executive suite of the international hotel. All requests for brain matter transplant or semi-permanent (partial) lobotomy are considered highly suspicious, noted as such indefinately, and forcefully denied. When the board is in session, and it always is, members are expected to maintain a strict diet of pure water, lard and/or purely petrochemical based vitamins, proteins and minerals.
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So I recently promoted myself to the position of Intelligence Officer with ASIO's Infernal Affairs Division. I chose to bypass the normal recruitment process due to concerns that my horns might have blown my cover. Ironic, when you consider that my extensive experience in politics, diplomacy and lies, would have immediately positioned me as an ideal candidate for employment. Turns our the salary package is non-existent but I'm not in it for the money. Even at this early stage, I've been outfitted with detailed dossiers on a number of targets for surveillance and placed in charge of my own field office in AdelHades. I get to choose my own stationary, tell lies about my neighbours and have even replaced the fluoros in my office with black candles. After years spent pretending to push paper at Centrelink, and even longer arresting invisible criminals for the Federal Police, I have my own office at Infernal Affairs. I'm writing this with a government issue laptop, a bag of ...
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