RE: A Perfect Crime (TWS)
05-15-2016, 05:40 AM
The first thing that came to mind is the "scubie" subculture. But that wouldn't work - I didn't have any Council-approved kinks at all.
Fortunately, that gave me a secondary idea. I'd tell them I needed to get some shark bait, but as the stores that carry that sort of thing have a deviant clientele, I needed the scuba suit to protect myself from their fetishes.
The one problem is that they'd ask which store I'd gone to and check the purchasing records. That's when I'd admit to getting lost on the way and just slinking back home in embarrassment.
With that decided, I settled in for a good Council-mandated resting period.
Unfortunately, when I woke up, the kid was in my living room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
The kid replied - how else - with a form. A "transfer of residence for the purpose of reforming a re-educated dissident" form.
"Shouldn't I have signed this at some point," I asked, groggily.
"That's entirely optional. The Council approved my transfer three hours ago, so I can learn from you at all hours of the day. Isn't that exciting?"
Great. I was even more stuck with the kid now.
"Well, kid, I gotta go and see the Managerial Officers. And you definitely don't want to tag along for that."
"But it would be extremely informative! I could learn so much about obedience from how you show respect for your superiors."
Ugh. I definitely couldn't handle the kid and the Managerial Officers at the same time without exceeding the daily vomiting limits. How was I going to avoid that mess?
Fortunately, that gave me a secondary idea. I'd tell them I needed to get some shark bait, but as the stores that carry that sort of thing have a deviant clientele, I needed the scuba suit to protect myself from their fetishes.
The one problem is that they'd ask which store I'd gone to and check the purchasing records. That's when I'd admit to getting lost on the way and just slinking back home in embarrassment.
With that decided, I settled in for a good Council-mandated resting period.
Unfortunately, when I woke up, the kid was in my living room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
The kid replied - how else - with a form. A "transfer of residence for the purpose of reforming a re-educated dissident" form.
"Shouldn't I have signed this at some point," I asked, groggily.
"That's entirely optional. The Council approved my transfer three hours ago, so I can learn from you at all hours of the day. Isn't that exciting?"
Great. I was even more stuck with the kid now.
"Well, kid, I gotta go and see the Managerial Officers. And you definitely don't want to tag along for that."
"But it would be extremely informative! I could learn so much about obedience from how you show respect for your superiors."
Ugh. I definitely couldn't handle the kid and the Managerial Officers at the same time without exceeding the daily vomiting limits. How was I going to avoid that mess?
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