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ESTABLISHING THE TRANSLOCAL FOUNDER
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tags: 1999, earth, plinth_mold
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1 October. End of the world.
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Birds like flies near the top of the Chrysler building. Plinth Mold had only just announced the next round of layoffs, and already the storks were circling, waiting to peel the face\-lifts off of overpriced faces. This one would be brutal. Even his wife had to go.
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He pressed the switch on his desk, unsure if anyone was still out there\(ememployed or not\(emon the other side of his big, green door.
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"Maude?"
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Nothing. She must have already cleaned out her desk.
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He drifted...
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Suddenly awakening in his very body, he placed the papers on his desk back into his safe, locked the front door of his office, and got the coffee himself.
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Something about the communal space was all wrong. Everyone was gone. Alone again, his pleasure at being the cause sunk into his shoes.
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Only six years into the new epoch and already he'd fucked everything up. 
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Sports analogy, if you please.