Snippet #2311939

"Good. Give me the report when I return if there is nothing out of the ordinary. If something does come up as suspicious, inspect it, and deal with it accordingly." Solomon closed out his personal terminal, but did not shut it down. It just went under his own special encoding and encryption process. The amber stream running vertically along his mask shimmered as the respirator hissed out the excess of unrecylcable air, the Programmer taking a few deep breaths. It was irritating for Solomon that the respirator in his mask had its glitches, but, he could not complain, for without it, he could not live.

He moved to the elevator platform, shifting a bit. "Now, I have business to attend to. A public appearance, and I must spend time on my...Personal project." Solomon spoke carefully in choosing his words. He had quite a few "personal projects" that he was pursuing, most of which only he knew about. "Remember what I told you Alice...Not everything is for the eyes to see..." With that cryptic yet blunt statement, the platform began its descent, the doors leading to it shutting behind him.

Another public appearance, another point of interest. It was all starting to get rather reptitive to him. There was something they said a few centuries back to describe situations and routines like this. What was it again? "Same shit, different day..." He muttered to himself, remembering the old clichè. Looking out the glass surroundings as he descended, he could only ponder the actions of not only the Hackers and the Programmers, but of the public itself. Sure enough, the Programmers had a great deal of public support thanks to Solomon's posturing as a grand savior for the people, but anything could turn the tide. With a sigh, he began to work up his façade, that public persona that was a mask much like the one he wore to live.