I suspect a conspiracy. Technology seems to be ganging up against me today.
In the morning, I overheard the hand phone whisper to the battery:
“Hang in there buddy, die when she’s about to go out.”
Not knowing that I was only pretending to be asleep, I made alternative arrangements to rendezvous with the spare phone instead. The expedition with spare phone went without a hitch all the way until I returned to the headquarters. With my guard down, I relied solely on spare phone for all my correspondence. Unknowingly…
Spare phone is a double agent!
Alas!
It tricked me into agreeing to delete ALL the contacts in my Secret Informative Members (SIM) card. The villains! They had decrypted Donne’s “No man is an island”. I had fallen into their trap! How foolish!
Left isolated, hapless and contactless, I played my last card. I linked up with the messenger from MSN to seek out contacts in the far reaches of the circle I know as social. Thank goodness I had my wits intact; and gained most of the lost ground stolen by the enemy.
I thought my battle with techno was over at that. But little did I know that the conspiracy only moved on to a higher plane.
Their next move was made so subtly that I almost missed it. Discretely, they released the tone detonator. The smoke screen was so perfect that I misinterpreted the tone in vital Secret Mission Signals (SMS) that agent G sent to me. The misinterpretations were costly. Seeds of suspicion were sown and communication between agent G and me almost broke down at one point.
Almost I say, almost… we had one last chance with the common L code that we spoke. Reverting back to code L, Agent G tore techno’s scheme apart at the seams.
But the score was not settled.
In the apparent security of headquarters, techno planted a mole. The Disarming Adversary Decoy (DAD) collaborated with the Masked Admirer (MA) to lure me to the victuals preparation laboratory. When I was away from my work station, the DAD eradicated all traces of my report for the B. Log.
I was devastated when I found the data gone! At the moment the hideous act was discovered, my intuition told me something was wrong. But I did not dare point the finger at anyone. However, the decoy’s suspicious silence alerted my spidey-senses. Immediately I asked who had been near my work station. Guilt stricken, the decoy broke down and confessed his crimes.
And so, justice prevails and the world is once safe again.
Is this the end of Techno?
Stay tuned for more adventures of the Winsome Police… (ala whiney princess… Hee)
*Credits roll*
In the morning, I overheard the hand phone whisper to the battery:
“Hang in there buddy, die when she’s about to go out.”
Not knowing that I was only pretending to be asleep, I made alternative arrangements to rendezvous with the spare phone instead. The expedition with spare phone went without a hitch all the way until I returned to the headquarters. With my guard down, I relied solely on spare phone for all my correspondence. Unknowingly…
Spare phone is a double agent!
Alas!
It tricked me into agreeing to delete ALL the contacts in my Secret Informative Members (SIM) card. The villains! They had decrypted Donne’s “No man is an island”. I had fallen into their trap! How foolish!
Left isolated, hapless and contactless, I played my last card. I linked up with the messenger from MSN to seek out contacts in the far reaches of the circle I know as social. Thank goodness I had my wits intact; and gained most of the lost ground stolen by the enemy.
I thought my battle with techno was over at that. But little did I know that the conspiracy only moved on to a higher plane.
Their next move was made so subtly that I almost missed it. Discretely, they released the tone detonator. The smoke screen was so perfect that I misinterpreted the tone in vital Secret Mission Signals (SMS) that agent G sent to me. The misinterpretations were costly. Seeds of suspicion were sown and communication between agent G and me almost broke down at one point.
Almost I say, almost… we had one last chance with the common L code that we spoke. Reverting back to code L, Agent G tore techno’s scheme apart at the seams.
But the score was not settled.
In the apparent security of headquarters, techno planted a mole. The Disarming Adversary Decoy (DAD) collaborated with the Masked Admirer (MA) to lure me to the victuals preparation laboratory. When I was away from my work station, the DAD eradicated all traces of my report for the B. Log.
I was devastated when I found the data gone! At the moment the hideous act was discovered, my intuition told me something was wrong. But I did not dare point the finger at anyone. However, the decoy’s suspicious silence alerted my spidey-senses. Immediately I asked who had been near my work station. Guilt stricken, the decoy broke down and confessed his crimes.
And so, justice prevails and the world is once safe again.
Is this the end of Techno?
Stay tuned for more adventures of the Winsome Police… (ala whiney princess… Hee)
*Credits roll*
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Sunday, March 06, 2005 |
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