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XX A Surprise Turn of the Tables
The mist slowly dissipates above the city as car after car clamors toward the main arteries only to be caught in the web of slow moving traffic. The molasses flow trickles up and down the highway like a funeral procession spreading the dead end jobbers to all parts of the city. The masses move and shift, being drawn to menial tasks by the invisible pied pipers that play on hope to exact promptness and obedience. A better job to some, more money to others. The eternal ploy continues. Most of those at the pinnacle feign leadership in a supervisory capacity to steal dreams with minor infractions. Pressure builds to allow escape from the cycle and the best mode is Blue Heaven, Corin thought, looking from his office window.
“How else can you use your mind to leave reality behind without paying homage to me?” he mused, smiling to himself.” “Ten percent, fifteen, I wonder what percentage I’ve brought into the twilight zone? No matter. As long as they give me the oppor- tunity to be creative and free.”
“Boss, we’ve got some bad news,” Bruce broke in. “We can’t get in touch with the programmers.”
“Keep trying,” Corin commanded without turning from his vantagepoint. “If you can’t reach them in a while, let me know.” “Not bad,” Corin surmised knowing Tom was behind any dis- ruption with his plans. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how long he lasts wondering when death will relieve him. When I bought