"And remember kids, if you have any questions about the Corps, I will be happy to answer them." A sandy haired and reasonably attractive "Could be your father or your neighbor" type was saying on the screen as Sergei entered the small room that had been set aside for "Officer Williams".
"God, you have got to be a masochist or something." Sergei said as he sat down at his desk tuning out the Officer Williams vid that his partner was watching. It was the standard vid that was translated into just about every language and sent to every school in which there were humans in attendance in the galaxy. It was also the source of his and Ralph's current woes.
In an ideal world, "Officer Williams" would only receive polite calls from children who were honestly curious about the Corps and its role in their world. This wasn't an ideal world however, and the fact remained that children were evil little monsters who would happily kick you while you were down and not stop kicking you until you were dead unless someone intervened. It wasn't just the kids though, Officer Williams had been around for a good long time, and because of that, they had to field calls from teenagers, drunk adults, their co-workers who couldn't help turning the knife a bit, and the occasional rogue telepath who thought it would be funny to call and report themselves.
Honestly, being the Statue of the Day would be less painful and less embarrassing.
You remember that kid from Detroit who called in last week to report that telepathic shrub? Ralph asked, neither confirming or denying being a masochist.
Yeah, what of it? he asked.
If anyone asks about the addition to the station personnel roster, tell them that Officer Larry Toke is out in the field on assignment until his partner Officer Michael Bong returns from sabbatical. Ralph replied, turning back to the vid which was just ending.
