Profitability - Short story about the society - Anadesería
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I would have preferred to walk. Still remained wide streets in the city, in which some days, even sunbeams were. They looked like a game of continuous fog lights, everything invaded it. They heated up you face, y era lo más cerca que conseguía de sentirse en el tiempo presente, He liked, excluded it from the world for a few seconds.

As head of the Department, It should meet regularly with the team leaders. These, scattered by different offices, they were difficult to meet.

Profitability was the new God, sent and could elevate you to fulfill all your dreams or coil you with violence up to want your own purpose.

He went to a terminal. Always scarce time was the most coveted good, I didn't want to waste it and it exprimiría everything you could for the sake of the company, by profitability.

He looked the hour while you selected the destination. A small Flash, fleeting but resembling a solar Ray, identified it. Automatically made a few credits, aquellos que tanto se esforzaba por conseguir. El zumbido empezó, cada vez le era más familiar. Cuando el conducto que plegaba el espacio se estabilizó, ran the barrier. Take advantage of the time and would show how profitable could become. It became immediately.

Another dose of radiation had joined his body, increasingly punished.