After Gene R. Raaantogram had left, Monica walked over to one of the communication hubs she’d installed all over the facility. She input Giorgio’s extension.
“Come down for your upload,” she said.
“Is he gone?” Came the reply from Gio.
“Yeah, you were right. We’re going to have to use plan B.”
“Okay I’ll be right down to talk about it.”
Five minutes later Gio was plugged into the revosucker trying to acquire knowledge pertaining to the cannibalistic peoples of the world.
“So do you think we should start with his job or his family?” Giorgio giggled a little after his question as images and text about the horrific things the builders of Easter Island were forced to do after all the birds went extinct funneled through his brain stem and into his brain.
Monica sat cross-legged on the floor next to the device, head in hands, eyes closed.
“I still can’t believe our goodcop/badcop didn’t work on him. I thought we had that one down. I studied the full archive on police shows before he got here… You did make sure to threaten him didn’t you Gio?”
Giorgio was watching/feeling/learning how to shrink a human head.
“Of course I threatened him Moni! And I was sure we had him too, you should have seen the fear in his eyes…Right now we need to focus on getting Sal out, but I would imagine that if Gene loses everything while the world’s internet appears to be crashing, he’ll be in a better place to accept opportunities during his next interview.”
“That’s true,” said Monica, “but I say we take his job and family on the same day, after we re-proposition him.”
“I love it,” said Giorgio gaining all the knowledge required to put someone on a spit without losing the juicy organs.
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