p stared at one of the diplomas on the wall.
the social engineer kept on taking about something or other.
p had already decided she did not like him much.
she did not like his face, which was too round.
or his tie, which was red, or his general demeanor.
she realized he was asking her a question - she smiled.
could you repeat that please - i must have been dreaming.
you do not say so - do you dream very often?
that is my number 3 identity - a class 4 dreamer.
then perhaps you should not have applied for this position.
i am not applying for a position, p replied bewilderedly.
i thought i was here for a routine societal checkup.
do you want to apply for this position or another?
i do not know or care what the position us.
can you please oblige me with a routine societal checkup?
i am very sorry - you will have to reschedule it.
this is very annoying - all you bureaucrats should be killed.
i am a technocrat, not a bureaucrat, if you please.
the whole system should be torn down and completely restructured.
would you like a pill to calm yourself down?
i have my own pills, thanks for your generous offer.
this interview is over, enjoy the rest of your day.
i will, dreaming of a future without people like you.
little does she know me, the social engineer mused placidly.
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p got up and left, .without further ado or ceremony.
the social engineer, whose name was rudy , wiggled his toes.
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