| 04-30-01 Chapter IV - The Last Soooo....Bagged her (for $500 bucks) shagged her (with some weird messages during and afterwards) and otherwise just normal work and drunkeness. And on top of that my boss wanted me to go on a trip cross country to South Dakota. What the hell is in South Dakota? I mean have you ever heard of Sioux Falls, honestly? It was another B.S. assignment too - go retrieve this "savior" of company who has invented a machine to end all machines. Honestly that's what it does. Ya see with the boom of the computer industry, and families buying a new computer every 2 years, valuable waste space was being taken up by used computers. God forbid we take care of diapers, and tons of food, and all of the other useless crap every American throws away. We had to get rid of technology that was eating away at our souls. Here's the airport in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Looks like a trash heap in itself. I haven't seen an airport this deserted since good ole' Orville and Wilbur Wright. I left my haunted apartment back in New York without telling my Super. I hope he doesn't think I died, he almost sold all of my stuff last time I went on a trip. Should I hold up a sign for this schmoe? Walter West, it says on this paper here. Born 1934 Denver,Colorado. Dropped out of Harvard and moved to New York City with success in the Stock Market. After attempting earning his millions, hired a team of scientists to create the first reprogramming device for humans. In essence, the devices leaves the patient a blank slate. This program was shut down after West ran out of money and fled from the authorities to South Dakota. Has been living in seclusion for over 20 years, only contacting S.L.U recently with this plan which could invigorate our cash flow. The report. My company is a defense contractor you see, and while I got the job as a fluke they still think I'm useful, at least as a lackey. I glanced at the picture, obviously dated. Grey hair slicked back about to his shoulders, focused eyes and floppy ears. Looked like a nut to me. That's only the beginning of it. As I looked up after arriving in the airport I realized why hardly anyone seemed to be there: Walter West was on the ground, shot dead. As I turned around I saw a gun pointed at my head too. Gotta love airports. |