Part V: The White Room

Previous chapter.

Clickety-clack. This is how I get paid. By how much clickety-clacking goes on behind my desk. There are at least twenty of us Veritas sitting in a white room full of identical cubicles with identical chairs and identical computers. We’re running through the same program, sorting data and rearranging information from the Society’s Intel with nothing but the sounds of our keyboards tapping.

This is what the Veritas class is good for – silence and efficiency. Nothing else, nothing more.

The clock hands skimmed along the surface, making endless circles around the center. Even that was muted, as if a single disturbance in the air would disrupt all our working. We didn’t even look at the clock, except times we caught the hand moving out of the corner of our eye.

I clicked through file after file, typing in a few words here and there before sending it to the correct processing programs. I didn’t know where the information went from there, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t our job to wonder.

At five o’clock sharp, we simultaneously came to a stop as the computer screens blanked to black and the whole room fell into complete silence.

Next chapter.

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Some housekeeping things!
1. I'll no longer be telling you when to post your collab parts. Just post whenever you want during your month, ideally toward the end!
2. I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been including links to the previous and next parts of the collab. If you could do those links yourself, it would save me a lot of time :D Same for tagging stories.