The telephuncian.....

The beeps from the telephuncian were growing loader. The telephuncian was,in part, of the dreary shell. There was a bubble surface going around the whole house. Little bubbles. Microscopic bubbles. It hooked up us up into space and down to earth. Ramesy hit the button again. Nothing happen. The beeping got loader still. It was four in the morning, ok, well, four - o - three.

"Shit." Ramesy thought.

Ok, I will get up.

"Just a moment, damn it."

Ramesy padded over the Tex-Mex plate, and the poppers. It the bathroom, he whizzed and got himself together. The beeping got loader still.

"Heysus, OK. OK."

He sat down it the arm chair.

"Ok, what the heck is it."

"Containment Coordinator/BXGG - Russal Ramesy"

"Yes"

"We need a virtual of you."

Ramesy scratch his head. A virtual of me. Heysus, I am getting fired. Damn it.

He heaved himself out of the arm chair and made for a virtual.

"Ok, this is it I suppose."

"One moment."

He blinked as the laser light swept over him. Got down into the fibers of his being. And then it was done.

"Russal Ramesy - Containment Coordinator/BXGG. Wait one moment please."

There was a flash and then the Containment Chair/RXGH was in view.

"Well. Hi Connie."

"Sorry to get you up this early Ramesy."

"Well, it is unusual...."

"There is a CC at the DOME."

"What?"

"It is not the usual CC....it is the sort of thing you did in a past life...."

"Shit, Connie...."

Ramesy looked at Connie. Her hair was a mess. There was no lipstick. Her Asian/African was not use to being up this late or early.

"Connie, I don't do that anymore. Just give me something where there is no blood. I mean come on."

Connie looked stoic.

They looked at one another.

"Damn it Connie."