There was bustle in the control room as the shifts changed. Jealous eyes looked at the smug gits allocated to the “fun” shift.
“How do we get onto the fun shift?” asked a young dark-haired recruit, donning his leather jacket as a slightly older man slid smoothly into his chair.
“Think you’re man enough to take it?”
The youth looked at the older guy’s smirking face. “Watch original free play sex every night? I think I could manage”.
“Don’t you enjoy the day shift?”
“Watching old Mother Hubbard feed her over-stuffed cat three times in a row because she’s forgotten she’s fed it?”
There were snorts from the exiting staff. A gorgeous blonde with a perfect manicure took her station. “It’s not for fun” she said with a saucy smile. “It’s education as well as monitoring”. She sneaked a side-ways glance at smoothie who suppressed a smile.
“Well, have fun, children” said leather jacket as he exited the door. “And I hope Jasmine is having her period tonight”.
The prayerwarrior was getting very cheesed off with the tax and time wasters subjecting her to constant surveillance. She wasn’t psychic but she knew they were there and espionage was the first choice of profession for voyeurs, Peeping Tom’s and every kind of sex pervert. She had never consented to star in a reality show. Not that her celibate life-style gave anything interesting to watch. She blessed the fact she was asexual. Her soldier mind followed its natural path in considering ways she could counter this annoyance, forgetting her power was not intended for personal or trivial use.
At shift change the following night the atmosphere was different. Blondie plumped down at her station with a look of rage. Smoothie rested his hand lightly on leather jacket’s back. “I think I can get you onto the night shift. Could you meet me for coffee to discuss it?” Leather jacket looked at him with surprise but nodded. Just then the Controller burst into the room. “Monitor’s off Mother Hubbard now!” Everyone in the room froze in surprise.
“But she’s harmless” muttered leather jacket.
“You have a girlfriend?” the Controller commented. Leather jacket nodded. “How would you like a boyfriend?”
His eyes flicked towards smoothie.
“Well this is an equal opportunity employer”.
The Controller glared at him. “I think you have just given the reason you will never be on the night shift”. The Controller turned to the room. “A general announcement will be made but as I’m here I might as well tell you. Counselling has been made available across the organisation for anyone suffering gender-orientation confusion”.
“What?” Leather jacket shook his head, “I don’t get it”.
The Controller addressed the room again. “For the simple-minded among you, Old Mother Hubbard has turned all the surveillance staff, gay”.
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