Seon
Not An Evil Liar
finding happiness in little moments of rebellions
It was customary for a Society member to remove one's mask when eating with another Society member. This was usually physically mandated of course--most model of masks covered the entire face after all. Operators like Naomi, who spent most of her work glued to a computer screen, did not really have such an option. She slurped a little bit more of the noodle out of the cup as she glared at the screen--partly to ensure that the telemetry reading received from Hokkaido and Okinawa radar bases regarding movement paths of orbital debris were consistent with targets designated by TransLunar astronomers and partly because she wanted to give an impression that she was actually taxing herself in case any of her superiors were watching. She was wearing a standard issue uniform typical of Operators in the Society--stain resistant and waterproof suit combined with a mask that left the mouth visible--for eating while leaving her mask on, mostly, but nominally for emergencies in which she had to shout out words to a deafened comrade.
There were working here to deorbit debris left behind by WWIII using high powered MASER arrays dotting South Korean coast and Kyushu. A fancy job description and a title, of course, but the reality of the work was much more boring. Everyone had their own ways of dealing with it, of course. Naomi was not any different.
"Operator 12O. Acquired target. Please confirm that telemetry of NEO-E-148 matches that of TL-P-932," a voice came through her mask's integrated headset.
"Aye, Gunner 12S," Naomi answered. "Operator 12O confirms that sensor profile of NEO-E-148, traveling at approximate velocity 7.8 km/s matches that of TL-P-932."
"Gunner 12S to Operator 12O, requesting permission to fire MASER array."
"Operator 12O here, you have permission to fire when the object enters the target cone."
"Roger. Targeting AI tracking now. Firing in T-minus 5 second. Please hold for confirmation... Operator 12O, please confirm that NEO-E-148 has changed course."
"Operator 12O here, confirming NEO E-148's course change. Please stand by for the next target."
"One down, several hundred thousand to g-"
"Operator 12O here, please keep idle chatter to minimum."
"Sheesh., Yeah, okay okay."
"One affirmative will suffice."
"Seriously?... fine."
Naomi terminated the commlink as she sent the Gunner another target designation, breaking out into a small giggle as soon as she was certain that the Gunner could not hear her anymore. Yujin leaned over from their workstation next to her with a grin on their face. "Trolling the poor Gunners again? That emotionless ice-queen-like voice on the comms act? You know they'll catch on to you eventually and pay you back."
Naomi did not even look up from the screen, but responded nonetheless with a holographic middle finger, which floated next to her head in AR until exploding into a comical nuclear fireball. Yujin laughed. "Link me on the comms too next time. I want to hear the full extent of this farce." Naomi shrugged and slurped a bit more of her noodles, absentmindedly brushing away droplets of the soup from her stain resistant uniform afterwards. "Only if you promise to buy me a drink and a snack after work," she said. "They opened up this grilled chicken skewer place again, apparently. Real fancy-like, for a snack and a beer place at least."
"Again?" Yujin asked, tilting their head.
"Yeah, apparently was there before the war. I know, 30 years and all, but the son of the guy who owned the place never quite gave up on fulfilling his wish of reopening the store.."
"Huh," Yujin remarked. "How strange. Where did they get the chickens from?"
"Hokkaido probably. They never bombed it as thoroughly. Or from TXG or whatever breed of socialism that rules North America right now." Her HUD informed her that the time window for the next target was approaching and she raised a finger to her lips. "Fine, I'll buy you the damned skewers, patch me in the comms," Yujin hissed out quietly, as if the Gunners could somehow hear them. Naomi deployed a holographic emoji of a winking face near her head as she entered character.
"Operator 12O," the voice in her comms said. "Please confirm that telemetry of NEO-T-132 matches that of TL-A-214"
"Aye, Gunner 12S. Operator 12O confirms that sensor profile of NEO-T-132 traveling at approximate velocity 9km/s matches that of TL-A-214."
"Gunner 12S to Operator 12O. Requesting permission to fire the MASER array and for a date at Pusan tomorrow."
"Operator 12O he... Operator 12O here. Please repeat last statement." Yujin burst into small fits of giggles at this point, earning a sharp glare from Naomi. "Requesting permission to fire MASER array," answered Gunner 12S. There was a moment of awkward silence, interrupted only by guffaws of Yujin. "Operator 12O here, you may fire when ready," Naomi said, completely red-faced and slightly breaking protocol.
"Roger, firing when target thing reaches the target cone," Gunner 12S responded in flagrant violation of protocol. "Please confirm course change in 5 seconds?"
"Confirming course change of the object. Please stand by for the next target and keep idle chatter to the minimum." She immediately terminated the commlink and glared at her working partner, Yujin, who was still laughing their ass off and drawing the attention of other Operators in the room. "I told you," they hiccoughed out. "I told you they would catch on."
"Oh shut up," Naomi responded, "You have to buy me two skewers now."
"What? But I'm an innocent bystander to all of this!" As Yujin insincerely defended themself, Naomi wondered what her next move in punishing that cheeky Gunner will be.
It was customary for a Society member to remove one's mask when eating with another Society member. This was usually physically mandated of course--most model of masks covered the entire face after all. Operators like Naomi, who spent most of her work glued to a computer screen, did not really have such an option. She slurped a little bit more of the noodle out of the cup as she glared at the screen--partly to ensure that the telemetry reading received from Hokkaido and Okinawa radar bases regarding movement paths of orbital debris were consistent with targets designated by TransLunar astronomers and partly because she wanted to give an impression that she was actually taxing herself in case any of her superiors were watching. She was wearing a standard issue uniform typical of Operators in the Society--stain resistant and waterproof suit combined with a mask that left the mouth visible--for eating while leaving her mask on, mostly, but nominally for emergencies in which she had to shout out words to a deafened comrade.
There were working here to deorbit debris left behind by WWIII using high powered MASER arrays dotting South Korean coast and Kyushu. A fancy job description and a title, of course, but the reality of the work was much more boring. Everyone had their own ways of dealing with it, of course. Naomi was not any different.
"Operator 12O. Acquired target. Please confirm that telemetry of NEO-E-148 matches that of TL-P-932," a voice came through her mask's integrated headset.
"Aye, Gunner 12S," Naomi answered. "Operator 12O confirms that sensor profile of NEO-E-148, traveling at approximate velocity 7.8 km/s matches that of TL-P-932."
"Gunner 12S to Operator 12O, requesting permission to fire MASER array."
"Operator 12O here, you have permission to fire when the object enters the target cone."
"Roger. Targeting AI tracking now. Firing in T-minus 5 second. Please hold for confirmation... Operator 12O, please confirm that NEO-E-148 has changed course."
"Operator 12O here, confirming NEO E-148's course change. Please stand by for the next target."
"One down, several hundred thousand to g-"
"Operator 12O here, please keep idle chatter to minimum."
"Sheesh., Yeah, okay okay."
"One affirmative will suffice."
"Seriously?... fine."
Naomi terminated the commlink as she sent the Gunner another target designation, breaking out into a small giggle as soon as she was certain that the Gunner could not hear her anymore. Yujin leaned over from their workstation next to her with a grin on their face. "Trolling the poor Gunners again? That emotionless ice-queen-like voice on the comms act? You know they'll catch on to you eventually and pay you back."
Naomi did not even look up from the screen, but responded nonetheless with a holographic middle finger, which floated next to her head in AR until exploding into a comical nuclear fireball. Yujin laughed. "Link me on the comms too next time. I want to hear the full extent of this farce." Naomi shrugged and slurped a bit more of her noodles, absentmindedly brushing away droplets of the soup from her stain resistant uniform afterwards. "Only if you promise to buy me a drink and a snack after work," she said. "They opened up this grilled chicken skewer place again, apparently. Real fancy-like, for a snack and a beer place at least."
"Again?" Yujin asked, tilting their head.
"Yeah, apparently was there before the war. I know, 30 years and all, but the son of the guy who owned the place never quite gave up on fulfilling his wish of reopening the store.."
"Huh," Yujin remarked. "How strange. Where did they get the chickens from?"
"Hokkaido probably. They never bombed it as thoroughly. Or from TXG or whatever breed of socialism that rules North America right now." Her HUD informed her that the time window for the next target was approaching and she raised a finger to her lips. "Fine, I'll buy you the damned skewers, patch me in the comms," Yujin hissed out quietly, as if the Gunners could somehow hear them. Naomi deployed a holographic emoji of a winking face near her head as she entered character.
"Operator 12O," the voice in her comms said. "Please confirm that telemetry of NEO-T-132 matches that of TL-A-214"
"Aye, Gunner 12S. Operator 12O confirms that sensor profile of NEO-T-132 traveling at approximate velocity 9km/s matches that of TL-A-214."
"Gunner 12S to Operator 12O. Requesting permission to fire the MASER array and for a date at Pusan tomorrow."
"Operator 12O he... Operator 12O here. Please repeat last statement." Yujin burst into small fits of giggles at this point, earning a sharp glare from Naomi. "Requesting permission to fire MASER array," answered Gunner 12S. There was a moment of awkward silence, interrupted only by guffaws of Yujin. "Operator 12O here, you may fire when ready," Naomi said, completely red-faced and slightly breaking protocol.
"Roger, firing when target thing reaches the target cone," Gunner 12S responded in flagrant violation of protocol. "Please confirm course change in 5 seconds?"
"Confirming course change of the object. Please stand by for the next target and keep idle chatter to the minimum." She immediately terminated the commlink and glared at her working partner, Yujin, who was still laughing their ass off and drawing the attention of other Operators in the room. "I told you," they hiccoughed out. "I told you they would catch on."
"Oh shut up," Naomi responded, "You have to buy me two skewers now."
"What? But I'm an innocent bystander to all of this!" As Yujin insincerely defended themself, Naomi wondered what her next move in punishing that cheeky Gunner will be.