Chapter 1.Start of my story
My name is Charles, I was born on the winter of 2084 in S. Gloyse. Yes, you heard right - in 2084 year, now is 2114 y*. I work ( right - worked.) in Firm of Mayson, starting to 2109 y. Other parts of my life, you don't need to know. At this days, I did big patient and a loser and I hated my chef, mr. Karisson. Old man 55 years old, Karisson loved to shout, drive employees and carry favor with his superiors. At the same time, his performance was lower that mine.
I hated him so much, that led to events, what I will tell you about later. If we start talk about my hatred of people, I hated women, she was guard of my street, I hated a fraudster, stealing jewelry and money, sitting next to the entrance of firm, where I worked, hated crazy professor, who killed a lot of people... I hated many people, but I have friends too. It's importantly, friends are always important. My friends were psyhologist and principal of the android factory. Psyhologist's name is Carl, he was long brunette. Usually, he wear white shirt and white T-schirt, blue trousers, black sneakesrs and glass. He was 35 years old, he work in his house. Receptions patients he started at 9:00 AM, and stopped at 9:00 PM. It was always tired man, under the coldness of whish kindess and empathy were hidden. His eyes were brown.
Principal of android-factory, Loyrens Robertson, just Loy for his friends, young genius, having 2 red diplomas ( higher mathematic and robotics), very smart man in the work and funny guy with friends, Lourens wearied dark blue jacket, green sneakesrs, light trousers. In the factory, he wearied white bathrobe, boots with shoe covers and special mask. His hair were light-brown, and his eyes were green.
I have dark-brown hair, brown eyes. I don't say more, because it's not important. Previously bu me must help you understand you, who main people in this story.
Now, you know, how starting this story, and I can go forward.
Chapter 2. My torments
I must to say, that I myself was a rather low in moral trems; there is no M fror me. Mustn't to do so, if the person is a freak.
I much thiought before it. First part of me tolked: to do this! Mr. Karisson is a bad man! You havent'to so worry about him! Second part tolked: No. Don't do this. It's very-very bad. Do this is basensess! I didn't know, whish part to listen.
I was an IT specialist, product-manager. I coped well with my tasks; I always like my job. But the bosses... Everyone, even the smallesr chefs, behaved how big goats.
Mr. Karisson never did our real boss; 2 years ago, real chef disappeared, who was hilling in four him, was running the whole time.
Both mans are terribles; at first time, nobody realized, that something had changed.
Mr. Karisson was fat, old man, didn't have real IT education. He also was strange and grumpy, doing nothing good for fitm. He only shouted and lowered our salary.
At one day, Karrison shouted for me, because he quarelled for his wife. ( So telled me my colleague.). When I asked my chef, what's wrong, he snapped back and shouted more. This was reapted almost constantly, asked something was uselessly; I learned everything from my colleagues, the favorites of the "boss".
When a terrible thought came into my head, I fist brushed it off, but she came again and again, more and more often. It was getting harder to fight her; at one moment, I had to admit defeat and start work with this thought.
She was really terrible, however, for some reason, I became convinced every day, that she was not as bad, as it woild seem. But the remmants of my conscience told me "You can't do that!" and I didn't know: where is the truth? How should I do, if the boss is behaving worse and worse? Whish is really terrible: my thoughts of his actions? All these unanswerd questions led me to the house my friend and par-time - psychologist, Carl.
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