A KlAksakAR's adventures in the Empire of MikkoMMM/Try to leave
From Create Your Own Story
You shut down the lights on your work station, climb down your tree and move toward the waiting vacuum tube train rhythmically on your six limbs. Your team members notice you moving but don't do anything about it.
As you step out of the walkway of the crowded row of work stations and into the central walkway housing the train, you see your boss who had also taken notice of you and waited so that she was blocked from sight by the row of work stations. She's a KlAksakAR and a bit more muscular than you. She seems to be in a good mood today (well, better than usual, at least) but still talks to you with a bit of a stern chitter to preserve her aura of authority: "And where do you think you're going? It's in the middle of your shift."
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