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Having just seen the bleak, dystopian vision of Blade Runner 2049, thinking of the current economic trajectory, and recalling Handcuffgirl’s concept of the ‘Imperial Prostitution Corps’ in the Star Wars Universe, this opening came to me.
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“And that is how we keep interstellar communications working,” the bespectacled woman finished.
A round of polite applause followed. Ashley shook her head quietly as she typed in a canned question for the lady. Her soul was slowly being crushed. Two days of mind numbing career presentations blurred together in a bleak, meaningless blur. She knew communications and finance and health care were vital, essential even, but even the false optimism of the recruiters couldn’t make them sound interesting. 14 years of school, the last few packed with advanced courses, and for what? There had to be more to life this. She was 19, for heaven’s sake, was 50 years in a cubicle all she could look forward to?
“Well, that sounded interesting,” Kelly offered.
Ashley gave her a baleful glance and they both giggled.
“Maybe I should just shoot myself now.”
“I know, right?”
The lady had finished her questions, when suddenly a hush rippled over the auditorium. Heads turned as a new woman strode up the aisle.
“Who is that?” Kelly mumbled in awe.
Ashley belatedly remembered to close her mouth as the woman greeted the previous presenter. Apparently they knew each other, and now the lady with the glasses was blushing with an embarrassed grin. The woman was gorgeous. And not just in a pretty face sense, but the hair, the clothes, the posture…everything. Life seemed to flow out of her. Adjectives started springing into Ashley’s mind to describe her, exhausting her honors English vocabulary with fawning honorifics.
“Let’s have another round of applause for Miss Lana Taylor,” the woman said, and Ashley found herself joining the rest of her class in enthusiastic applause, scooting to the edge of her seat to hear better. “Like many workers into today’s high pressure economy, Miss Taylor is under a lot of stress. My job is to help relieve that stress and make people happy.”
Ashley nodded, transfixed, as the woman talked. This was what she wanted. This was her calling. When the woman finished her presentation, a hundred hands reached for the sky at once with questions.
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So what happens now?
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“And that is how we keep interstellar communications working,” the bespectacled woman finished.
A round of polite applause followed. Ashley shook her head quietly as she typed in a canned question for the lady. Her soul was slowly being crushed. Two days of mind numbing career presentations blurred together in a bleak, meaningless blur. She knew communications and finance and health care were vital, essential even, but even the false optimism of the recruiters couldn’t make them sound interesting. 14 years of school, the last few packed with advanced courses, and for what? There had to be more to life this. She was 19, for heaven’s sake, was 50 years in a cubicle all she could look forward to?
“Well, that sounded interesting,” Kelly offered.
Ashley gave her a baleful glance and they both giggled.
“Maybe I should just shoot myself now.”
“I know, right?”
The lady had finished her questions, when suddenly a hush rippled over the auditorium. Heads turned as a new woman strode up the aisle.
“Who is that?” Kelly mumbled in awe.
Ashley belatedly remembered to close her mouth as the woman greeted the previous presenter. Apparently they knew each other, and now the lady with the glasses was blushing with an embarrassed grin. The woman was gorgeous. And not just in a pretty face sense, but the hair, the clothes, the posture…everything. Life seemed to flow out of her. Adjectives started springing into Ashley’s mind to describe her, exhausting her honors English vocabulary with fawning honorifics.
“Let’s have another round of applause for Miss Lana Taylor,” the woman said, and Ashley found herself joining the rest of her class in enthusiastic applause, scooting to the edge of her seat to hear better. “Like many workers into today’s high pressure economy, Miss Taylor is under a lot of stress. My job is to help relieve that stress and make people happy.”
Ashley nodded, transfixed, as the woman talked. This was what she wanted. This was her calling. When the woman finished her presentation, a hundred hands reached for the sky at once with questions.
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So what happens now?
