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Man, I really need to get that sleep schedule worked out, Verez thinks as he walks over to the table, food tray in hand. He was super tired, and wondering how his boss hadn’t already noticed.
Maybe he did, and just didn’t see any point in scolding me about it.
“Hey,” he heard Prichard say as he sat down.
“Hey,” he replied.
“Did you lose sleep again?”
“Shit, it is that obvious.”
Prichard smiled. “Blame it on the tight schedule; maybe you’ll get some extra free time.”
“Yeah right. Like Braxton gives anyone off-hours. He’d have you working even if there wasn’t any work left to do.”
“Yeah, he’s like that.”
“Anyway, I finally got my sister to quit smoking… well, y’know, for now anyway.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah. Can’t imagine why she started in the first place with all that shit we heard about cigarettes when we were kids.”
A laugh exits Prichard’s lips. “Like you don’t have any pointless habits.”
“Yeah, yeah, tell that to Braxton.”
“Alright, you gotta bring him up everytime I try to talk to you?”
It’s not that often.”
“Might as well be.”
“Seriously though, yesterday he had me reorganizing the file cabinets just for the fuck of it. He does shit like that all the time. My position might as well be null and void. Barely ever get any real assignments unless it’s some low-level testing on some weird pottery or something.”
Prichard lets out a small chuckle. “You’re talking like that information from those tests isn’t important.”
“What could it be important for? Is it really necessary that I know whether the jar spins at nine or ten kilometers an hour?”
“Hey, man, these things are unpredictable. Any little detail could make a difference.”
Verez scoffs. “What, is that the Foundation’s motto now? ‘We gotta get all the little details or the world will be destroyed?’”
Prichard’s tone gets more serious. “You know what I mean.”
Verez stops for a moment. He takes notice of Prichard’s annoyance.
“I’m just letting my thoughts spill out.”
“Alright. So, your sister. How’d you do it?”
“Oh, yeah,
“…what do you mean?”
“The Foundation. Like, is there really even any point to doing the things we do?”
“Yeeaahh, we contain anomalies so the public can live worry-free.”
“Think about it though. The only thing we’re really keeping from them is the fact that weird shit exists.”
“Weird shit that defies logic, and given enough exposure, could break someone’s world-view and shatter their beliefs they value.”
“Has it happened to you?
Prichard stays silent for a moment.
“No,” he says.
“So what’s the issue then?”
Prichard shifts in his seat.
“Look, man, I’ve got enough on my mind already; I don’t need you adding more to it.”
Verez lets out a sigh through his nose.
“Fine then. Tell me about your day.”
