Another Me!

I had my bags all packed, so to speak. All that I really had with me in my cell was my back-up pair of glasses. But I had them secure in their case and I was ready to go.

"So when am I heading to Hacknor?" I asked Candace.

"Oh, you're not going." She replied.

"I was flabbergasted. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. I was just regular gasted. "What do you mean? I made a deal with The Company! I compete in Last Gladiator Standing 2 and they don't revoke my pension."

"Guess they're revoking your pension then!" She said. Her mouth grew into a wide smile and she started to laugh. "So much for your yachting dreams!" She left.

I was confused. Why would Primatech cancel our agreement? What happened to their sense of integrity?

Then Thompson entered. "Bennet, ignore her. You're still competing in the competition."

"Oh, good! I was worried there for a second." I picked up my glasses case. "So when do I leave?"

"You already have."

"Whaaaa???"

"Have a look for yourself." Thompson flipped on the InterN.E.T. There I was. Mingling!

"But how is that possible?"

"Well, theoretically, it's not. I can't tell you the specifics, since it's classified. And you're no longer a level 5 paper salesman. But while you're winning the prize for The Company, we still need you here on Earth. We have unthinkable things to do still."

"Like what?"

"You'll see."