Janitor Bob is dead. While he was sweeping the locker room, he became a late night snack for the fish men that were accidentally left in there. George and the test subjects were the first to find him.
He was so badly mangled, that only the broom and his outfit could prove that the "body" was Janitor Bob. We had a quick funeral for him. He never wrote a will, so I decided to start writing one for myself. Why didn't I think of this before? I can tell my staff to bury me in a pyramid if I want! Unfortunatelly, Janitor Bob didn't have that choice.
His ashes were placed in the Gravehouse, which is like a Warehouse, but full of urns.
Enough about the death. I've fired my Chief Security Officer and George. I've also assigned the test subjects to a different test chamber, which involves the Configurable Antigravity Field.
During a quick board meeting, I fired my Chief Engineer. His opinions about snaketiles shouldn't have to interfere with my project.
Guess I'll be breaking the news to the Elder One tomorrow.
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The Science Wars (Legacy)
Science FictionThis story is dumb, historically and scientifically inaccurate, but it was also written by me between 2014 and 2015 when I was a child. Reposting for legacy purposes. Enjoy the insanity that is classic GSL. ---------------------------------------- O...
