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like to remind you that if you are in a hurry, a vending machine with prepared meals is located at the front of the establishment. Thank you for your patronage.
    I returned to the Menu screen and hit the ‘Coffee’ order button a dozen times.
    It shouldn’t take so fucking long to run some hot water through some ground up beans. I should at least have had my cup of ‘wake my ass up’ already.
    I closed the Menu, finished going through the newsfeed of insignificance, then closed the newsfeed. All I was left with was the window of saved articles. Enlarging it to make it my primary focus, I scanned the list to see if any were worthy of my immediate attention.
    Computer Engineers and Neuroscientists Give Birth to Telepathy. Inside the pending release of the Mnemosyne upgrade: Huginn & Muninn, as well as the aɪ-patch.
    I already had the upgrade, but I was still getting used to its features. Maybe the article would give me some insights, I thought.
    Rex Jester sells out Red Rocks Amphitheatre third night in a row. Win tickets for remaining two nights.
    I didn’t need to win tickets. I had a lifetime pass to see the man whenever I wanted. Question was, did I want to? I could have used a good laugh at that time in my life, but was I willing to put up with the consequences? No, I wasn’t. Not then, anyway.
    State of Deseret has lowest premiums in the Union. LDS affiliation required for immigration.
    Lowest premiums meant great bounties. Too bad corruption didn’t occur there more often.
    Cassius Otto De Haan murdered in prison while awaiting trial. 
    I’d been the Inquisitor who’d taken him down. I’d wanted to make him beg for death after what he’d done. Getting murdered was getting off too easy in my opinion.
    Catholics continue long-term colonizing efforts on Mars. Second wave of colonists to depart in three months. Other Christian denominations expected to join the exodus next year.
    Good riddance, I thought. Soon the world would be rid of Human Purists. I could hardly wait for the day when controlling religious nutcases would be out of my life, and everyone else’s for good. I imagined it’d be like heaven on earth without them.
    Facilities of Mola Manufacturing and Baillieu Chemicals destroyed after terrorist bombing. E3 claims responsibility.
    If this wasn’t the spark I needed, I didn’t know what was.
    The companies targeted were owned by ChronoGen. Mola made mytes, and Baillieu made rejuv juice. E3 was becoming a thorn in ChronoGen’s side. Mine as well. If it was the last thing I did, I was going to put an end to those fuckers. I’d spent the last several months trying to convince Frank and the powers-that-be that they needed to form a special task force which specifically went after E3. Maybe this is what Frank meant in his message. Maybe this was my new assignment. About time.
    Just as I reached the end of the list the waiter arrived with my coffee. The man had opted to present an older version of himself, thus attempting to seem more mature. And yet he was sporting a prevalent hairstyle among the youthies. The left side of his head was shaved and adorned with tattoos of various colorful flowers. The right side though was covered with long, black and red, striped hair. I liked the flowers, but found the overall style atrocious.
    “Sorry for the delay, sir,” the man said with a bow, and placed the small tray with my coffee before me. The man remained in the reverent position and asked, “Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?”
    “I’m going to spell it out for you upfront, just so you’re aware.,” I said. “There’s only one factor when it comes to tipping in my book; never let me run out of drink. Think you can do that?”
    “I am here to service your needs, and yours alone, sir.”
    “Then it shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”
    “No, sir.”
    I waved him goodbye and watched as he disappeared back into the kitchen where he stood staring at me on the other side of the door,