Flight Simulator Cubicle

I arrived early for work, as usual. My desk was level, the restraints on my chair loose and stowed to the sides. On my way past I flicked on the "warmup" switches, to begin the computer boot sequence and to power up the hydraulics. I slipped into the change rooms and put on my pressure suit, all the while thinking about where I might go today.

Roland, the janitor, was there, also suiting up. He said he had chosen the armoured water cannon option for the day. I hoped he was cleaning outside and not inside, in that case.

I ducked into the cafeteria, for a quick breakfast, running an eye over the day's task charts and imminent threat levels. The Fenwick tender was due today, briefing in 4 minutes. I bolted down my breakfast and headed for the briefing room.

I scrambled at 8:29:33, slipping into my seat and buckling in, powering up the HUD on my Flight Simulator Cubicle and began work. First task was to tidy up the language on Fenwick, to give it an even chance of success. I flipped the autopilot on and began the input sequences necessary. The entire process of proofing and settling the document took eleven minutes and twenty-two seconds. I crosschecked the wording, selected the target (Brad Walton, team leader) and launched the document to him via email. I was already loading the next threat vectors in when I saw that it had hit the mark and Brad had opened the document. He was a sharp operator... it would be added to the costing proposal and dispatched by courier within a half hour.

I pulled into a tight turn, changing direction, as the new task began to materialise as a threat warning... Answering a complaint letter from a valued client. I selected a range of likely response sentences and possible corrective action courses from the display, working quickly. The G forces hit almost 3.5 as I opened the throttle and powered into a climb, heading for the moral high ground and drafting the letter rapidly. The customer was only partly right but the sales departent would suffer some collateral damage for their part in the stuffup. Two more complaints materialised as I closed in on the problem... I began evasive action manoeuvres and dished off one of the complaints to my wingman, Jason Harbright.

Damn, I loved working in this place!