Chapter 15: 'Dramatics'
ROY (a cleverly disguised acronym to cleverly disguise his true identity) was having a bad night. The 'Late Night Computer Operative' stared in absolute horror at his computer screen, and he couldn't believe what happening. His brain wouldn't grasp what his eyes were seeing, the rapidly cycling numbers and percentage symbols were just blurs that meant nothing to his highly evolved brain.
ROY's mouth hung open, in a state of paralytic shock. Around him, his fellow operatives at the center were in exactly the same state as him.
"Nnnnnoo" ROY stammered. "This can't be happening"
"This can't be happening" Another employee cried, mirroring his tone exactly.
"This really can't be happening!" Piped another.
But it was, and it was, and it was terrifying. It was ROY's worst nightmare. He shut his eyes, he panted, he sang nursery rhymes to himself, anything to make it not true.
He failed. It was true, and remained so.
Taxes had been raised by 75%.
The only logical reason ROY the Late Night Computer Operative could come to was that the world had to be ending. His world was ending and going up in clouds that resembled spaghetti.
He couldn't take any more. This was just…He wasn't employed because of his ability to cope with things like this, he was employed because he had a stroke rate of seventy-five words a minute.
This wasn't fair.
He didn't deserve this.
ROY opened his mouth to scream…