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My management philosophy at AAA was to keep all employees right on the edge of outright rebellion. Everyone who lived in the company town was always kept right on the edge of moving out. And top management was always kept right on the verge of quitting and finding a whole new line of work. At AAA we were proud of the fact that all our decisions came, not out of logic or foresight or reason or understanding, but out of pure, blind, corporate momentum.
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we had to suspend all service. A (temporary?) dead spot in either the Universe or Time had made flight stop working. Ethnic wars momentarily ceased, and humans trying to get their way over the last little speck of turf, temporarily relaxed and stopped firing. During this lull in the world, people spent their time trying to outdo each other at who could drink the raunchiest blood. Someone who stepped out on his front stoop to announce that "I can drink the blood of a bird!" could be certain that, only moments later, someone else, a building or two away, would lean out her window and yell back, "So what! I can drink the blood of a cockroach that's just
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