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I finished off the missiles in that first complex, in no time, and was soon on to the next complex, and then on to the next, and the next. This was the easiest job I'd ever had, but also, disappointingly, the first one where I couldn't eat the leftovers.
In a short space of time, I'd eliminated all the world's multiple, independently-targetable, re-entry vehicle warheads, and all their single ones too, and since I couldn't shake the momentum, I just kept going and, soon, had cleaned up all their nuclear and toxic and |
neurobiologic waste, as well. But when I ran into my parole officer, at the commissary, during my lunch break, he still wouldn't get off my ass about "giving something back."
He told me I could make my first downpayment on this by taking the job as assistant editor of his corporation's annual report, "Fear Is Just A Theory." Of course, once I started working there, it became clear that what we were really producing was a glossy, counter-erotic, mass-market magazine that routinely featured
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