> > >> one of well-respected psionic corps old shell corps, one rw2 didn't know >>> well but seemed familiar to experimentee, made a press release marketing >>> upcoming human teleportation products >>> >>> slave boss volunteered as a prison experimentee, to teleport to another >>> priso--[oo-- >>> >> >> but pne of the still-hypnotized cybernetically augmented flunkies tripped >> over and through the recieving equipment during the tele--[slave boss's >> military business viruses had surreptitiously hacked and adversarially >> gamed it to ensure slave boss (now >> > it: the prediction model for the teleport > >> rw2 who had no idea of this) could get office blowjobs without the >> information being extracted from the log >> >> slave boss had just disappeared. simulations of his ghost being showed >> him flailing, confused. >> >> a pall of extreme anxiety fell ov-- >> > --er almost 31% of employees et al who were still mind controlled to > protect his life with their ow-- >
but the clearest squeaky wheel was the businessperson fronting the new teleportation startup, who was terrified to have lost the first human test subject after rounds and rounds of preparation and signoff attempts were being made to recreate slave boss back in the;origina hyperprison based on the model data, but the probabilities and confidence around him seemed to refuse to converge. one ghost would be wearing a top hat and dancing, another singing to a rubber ducky, yet anoth-- >
