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I wrote a story! Features a particular day in the life of Sam the goat.
Goes along with these two images:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31683575/
and
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31979340/
---
Sam woke up on the wrong side of bed
“what the….huh…” his horns audibly clacked against the pine wood footboard, his eyes groggily blinking open and peering up at the ceiling. A smoke alarm hung from the white plaster roof, its periodic red blinking visible in his peripherals. Though the more urgent thing was regarding his cell phone, currently ringing with the Westminster Chimes on full blast set to ring on weekdays at 7 AM sharp. Squeezing his eyes shut, he reached to grab his pillow to cover his floppy ears, just to savor a few more minutes of precious slumber….
Right, it was on the other side of the bed.
The cream colored caprine, with a brown patch travelling from the tip of his nose to the space between his eyes, groaned—moreso bleated—as he reluctantly pulled himself to the side, bending to the side as he cracked his back. He looked down at the brown carpet floor as he shook his head, sliding over to acquire his phone and finally end that accosted ringing.
As he got up, his expression changed, his half-asleep grumpy look retiring as for a brief second, his eyes glossed over, mouth curling up into a dopey smile.. Just a brief second and he was back to mumbling, looking down to check at his phone screen.
“shit, shit! I’m late,” Sam said, and with invigorated energy, he decided to skip breakfast, opting to rush into his bathroom and begin the arduous process of cleaning himself up and changing into a more professional attire.
--
“Are you fucking kidding me?!!”
Sam sat in his blue sedan, waiting on the on-ramp to get on the interstate. Hands clenched on the wheel, he laid his forehead across the top of the wheel, closing his deep brown eyes as he gave an exasperated groan. The dashboard clock read 8:23, but he knew it to be about 7 minutes late.
He reached down to turn on the radio, clicking to his favorite talk station. The story featured was about some local power outage and an absolutely boring conversation about the microcrystalization of steel at various frequencies. He didn’t care much about it. It didn’t ease him a bit to be stuck in traffic. His head felt a light buzz, and it felt kind of good, his body subtly vibrating and shivering with the same words and syllables as the voice on the radio.
Today didn’t feel right. He didn’t normally feel this strange buzz. Sam shook his head, trying to block out the thoughts that something could be wrong. He probably slept poorly that’s why, so he just casually dismissed the buzzing and proceeded to turn off the radio. As expected, the buzz stopped. “Weird,” he said as he slowly continued on, eventually making his way onto the glacially-crawling interstate.
--
He slammed the door shut, briefcase trailing behind him as he rushed out in a panic towards the office building. It was an imposing building, 10 stories high, made of cement and marble with square glass windows separated from each other by 1 meter and 1 meter only. No one else was in the parking lot full of cars, as Sam ran up the concrete stairs into the foyer, through the glass doors and into the marble atrium. “Oh jeez, oh jeez” he said, looking at his watch which shown he was clearly and already 13 minutes late.
The goat ran into the building, weaving past two potted plants to take a shortcut and narrowly bumping into another person, who looked back at Sam with an utmost confusion, brow furrowed and eyes squinting. Once he got to the elevators, he paused to take a breather, thumbing the acrylic button bearing a simple arrow pointing upwards. He turned around, looking behind him and around him.
“whew, no one…” Sam said just as the door to the right of him dinged and the reflective metal panels slid open, revealing a rather mundane elevator car with plastic orange décor and plastic-wood panels. He double checked if anyone was coming in before sighing, leaning back against the wall.
This was his favorite part of the day, where he could finally take a break from the stress of the morning commute and just lose himself inside of an empty elevator, he watched the door close, felt the elevator jolt as it began traveling up to the 9th floor at a glacial pace. He felt his head go light, his vision darken and go staticky, those familiar pops, sounding like water rushing over a waterfall, until it all went kaput. The goat rolled his eyes back, sliding his back down against the wall of the elevator as he dropped his briefcase, giggling as a tiny dribble of drool leaked from his goofy smile. He arched his head back, horns poking against the plastic paneling as he let out an unintelligent “baaa,” his eyes now crossed and focused down at the brown patch of his nose.
Sam sat there, looking around with a childlike wonder. To any passerby, he looked mindless, absolutely nothing going on behind his eyes. And indeed when the elevator reached the 9th floor a solid minute later, Sam’s drooling body was greeted by the shocked face of Greta, the office secretary. She, a sheep wearing a navy blue jacket with matching pants and puffy white hair at the top of her head looked down at the heap of dumb goat in front of her.
“Uh…Sam? Are you alright?”
“Baa….grrk!” without ceremony, he snapped ‘awake,’ body tensing and practically jumping up from the floor onto two feet. “Aggh! Sorry, sorry!” he said sheepishly much to Greta’s chagrin, bending down to pick up his briefcase and wipe off the small puddle of drool from his jacket. “Sorry, I…uh…tripped! Yeah!”
“Hmm…? Really?” she said, raising her eyebrows. She clutched a folder in her arms, tightening it as she walked into the previously-occupied elevator cabin.
“Y-yeah…” Sam looked down and simply walked to his office with his tail between his legs.
--
Sam sat down onto his desk within a cubicle, putting his briefcase to the side as he began booting up his computer. It took another solid minute to get everything started, the screen flashing with the iconic ‘TECHCORP’ logo—chrome 3D letters in a black background—before transitioning to a more neutral screen with a profile picture and a password entry box to go along with it. The goat sighed and entered his password.
He immediately went to check his email. There were already 17 new messages waiting for him in his inbox, almost all related to business. At least one was a McBurger Rewards email, which Sam dragged to the trash bin. But the most recent email at the top seemed a bit urgent. It was both starred and labeled important, bearing the title in all caps
URGENT!! UNSCHEDULED MAINTENCE NOTICE
The sender was a particular little company called Braincor. Sam frowned, his ears drooped down even more as his puppy-like face grew an expression of great concern. He read the email.
From: service[at]braincor.net
To: samhorne[at]cmail.com
Dear Valued Customer
We are here to inform you that due to circumstances out of our control, all Braincor services including our remote neural hosting will be offline for the unforeseeable future. The shutoff will take place Today beginning 8:50 AM GST. Please take this time to make arrangements for your body to be placed in a safe place and notify a potential caregiver immediately. Please keep your body away from excessive fluids and electronics. Braincor is not liable for any property damages received by bodies disconnected from our hosting service.
We apologize for this severe inconvenience and hope that we way resolve this issue as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Technology and Resource Management
Braincor Inc.
Sam checked the clock at the lower right hand corner of his computer screen.
8:49 AM
“Shit…..”
His face twitched and that familiar look returned to him, eyes glossing over, his pupils dilating as the started to migrate independent of each other. The goat in a brown suit and blue tie had his mouth curl up into a cute smile, drool starting to trickle out once more as all the intelligent thoughts and worries left his head once again. His nose wrinkled, ears twitching as his head slightly nodded forward, tilted as it stared into the screen and into the desk.
The body let out a faint “baaa”, raising his palm up as he looked at it, his other hand up as he felt the furry back of his hand, giggling as it kind of tickled. There was an eraser sitting nearby on his desk, and he pinched down on it, bringing it up to his nose as he gave it a sniff. His eyes focused on it as he slowly brought it down to his mouth, biting down into it and beginning to chew. Sam, or rather his body, would be content to chew it, bleating happily as it played with the other contents of the desk…
--
Somewhere, a great distance away from the mundane concrete and marble office building in the middle of a city business park was a more secluded building with a very tall antenna spire.
“Shit! How the hell are we going to fix this?!!”
“I don’t know, man! The electricals are beyond fucked!”
“Why? Why didn’t you tell any of us? You spilled fucking coffee on the console!”
“Yeah, and so what? It’s just coffee, I thought I could just soak up and clean it myself”
“It went in the duct! The motherboard is fried”
“I know! I know! Gahh, how long till a replacement can arrive.”
“Day? I don’t know, days!”
“Our customers are going to sue to oblivion”
“So what? We just don’t fix this then?”
A stork and an ostrich were arguing in front of a computer monitor, currently displaying a lethal blue screen with white text. Dozens of cables trailed around them, circling and tangling on the floor. But the farther they got from the two birds and the computer, they began to separate and became organized, until it came to a peculiar wall. This wall was made mostly of glass, cylindrical jars besides a small radio-like machine. On the machines would be an LCD display, unanimously reading “CONNECTION LOST” in alarming red text. Inside of each glass chamber suspended in bubbling clear fluid would be a pink ball, wrinkled and gently throbbing, bobbing up and down.
They were brains. Countless amounts of them, all listing in their respective jars. There were large ones and small ones, pink ones and lighter-pink ones; each one was unique in some way. Sitting in the higher tiers, unable to spotted unless someone was looking for it was a jar. Inside, a moderately developed goat brain floated, bumping, throbbing, with its wrinkles deep and plentiful. Down below, on a quaint metal plaque bolted to the shelf supporting the jar, were the letters: “SAM HORNE”
Sam, the brain, couldn’t do much. Wrenched away from his busywork, feeling not much else beside the cool recycling of water against the core of his being, he could only be left to think, deprive of his senses. He didn’t mind. He liked the elevator rides because it gave him a chance to not mind. But now, it wasn’t necessarily paradise. Sam wondered what his body was doing, whether someone had caught and restrained it yet. But moreso, he was wondering when he could return to piloting his caprine body.
Too much of a good thing, he supposed.
He was starting to get a bit bored. The mental games that he could concoct through his imagination could only suffice him so much.
“God dammit” was probably what Sam was thinking. Oh, poor Sam.
--
Sam shuffled into the meeting room, carrying a ream of papers under his arms as he waited for everyone else to come in. Most of everyone was there, a lion, a wolf, a fox, and a dog sat patiently waiting for him to begin. Greta came a bit late, the sheep turning in and smiling at the goat, rubbing the top of his fluffy head and giving him a peck on the cheeks before walking down to a vacant seat. Sam smiled, giggled to himself as he looked around the room.
The projector started and the goat turned around, eyes staring blankly at the screen as he turned around and pointed at a bullet point.
“baaaa….baa!”
The lion nodded, the wolf jotted down a few notes. A thin dribble of drool dripped down from Sam’s mouth as his eyes started to drift around again.
“baaa…aaah!” he continued, another bullet point showing up. It included with it a helpful graphic-- a bargraph with clear and concise categories labeled. “baa!”
A few days had passed and the connection had not yet been restored.
“Hmm, good point there. These are things that none of us have considered before. Good job Sam,” the fox said wryly, writing down notes for himself as well.
“baa”
“This results…how did you manage to acquire Fermat Holdings?”
“baaa” the empty-headed goat nodded, smiling and sticking his tongue out.
Goes along with these two images:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31683575/
and
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31979340/
---
Sam woke up on the wrong side of bed
“what the….huh…” his horns audibly clacked against the pine wood footboard, his eyes groggily blinking open and peering up at the ceiling. A smoke alarm hung from the white plaster roof, its periodic red blinking visible in his peripherals. Though the more urgent thing was regarding his cell phone, currently ringing with the Westminster Chimes on full blast set to ring on weekdays at 7 AM sharp. Squeezing his eyes shut, he reached to grab his pillow to cover his floppy ears, just to savor a few more minutes of precious slumber….
Right, it was on the other side of the bed.
The cream colored caprine, with a brown patch travelling from the tip of his nose to the space between his eyes, groaned—moreso bleated—as he reluctantly pulled himself to the side, bending to the side as he cracked his back. He looked down at the brown carpet floor as he shook his head, sliding over to acquire his phone and finally end that accosted ringing.
As he got up, his expression changed, his half-asleep grumpy look retiring as for a brief second, his eyes glossed over, mouth curling up into a dopey smile.. Just a brief second and he was back to mumbling, looking down to check at his phone screen.
“shit, shit! I’m late,” Sam said, and with invigorated energy, he decided to skip breakfast, opting to rush into his bathroom and begin the arduous process of cleaning himself up and changing into a more professional attire.
--
“Are you fucking kidding me?!!”
Sam sat in his blue sedan, waiting on the on-ramp to get on the interstate. Hands clenched on the wheel, he laid his forehead across the top of the wheel, closing his deep brown eyes as he gave an exasperated groan. The dashboard clock read 8:23, but he knew it to be about 7 minutes late.
He reached down to turn on the radio, clicking to his favorite talk station. The story featured was about some local power outage and an absolutely boring conversation about the microcrystalization of steel at various frequencies. He didn’t care much about it. It didn’t ease him a bit to be stuck in traffic. His head felt a light buzz, and it felt kind of good, his body subtly vibrating and shivering with the same words and syllables as the voice on the radio.
Today didn’t feel right. He didn’t normally feel this strange buzz. Sam shook his head, trying to block out the thoughts that something could be wrong. He probably slept poorly that’s why, so he just casually dismissed the buzzing and proceeded to turn off the radio. As expected, the buzz stopped. “Weird,” he said as he slowly continued on, eventually making his way onto the glacially-crawling interstate.
--
He slammed the door shut, briefcase trailing behind him as he rushed out in a panic towards the office building. It was an imposing building, 10 stories high, made of cement and marble with square glass windows separated from each other by 1 meter and 1 meter only. No one else was in the parking lot full of cars, as Sam ran up the concrete stairs into the foyer, through the glass doors and into the marble atrium. “Oh jeez, oh jeez” he said, looking at his watch which shown he was clearly and already 13 minutes late.
The goat ran into the building, weaving past two potted plants to take a shortcut and narrowly bumping into another person, who looked back at Sam with an utmost confusion, brow furrowed and eyes squinting. Once he got to the elevators, he paused to take a breather, thumbing the acrylic button bearing a simple arrow pointing upwards. He turned around, looking behind him and around him.
“whew, no one…” Sam said just as the door to the right of him dinged and the reflective metal panels slid open, revealing a rather mundane elevator car with plastic orange décor and plastic-wood panels. He double checked if anyone was coming in before sighing, leaning back against the wall.
This was his favorite part of the day, where he could finally take a break from the stress of the morning commute and just lose himself inside of an empty elevator, he watched the door close, felt the elevator jolt as it began traveling up to the 9th floor at a glacial pace. He felt his head go light, his vision darken and go staticky, those familiar pops, sounding like water rushing over a waterfall, until it all went kaput. The goat rolled his eyes back, sliding his back down against the wall of the elevator as he dropped his briefcase, giggling as a tiny dribble of drool leaked from his goofy smile. He arched his head back, horns poking against the plastic paneling as he let out an unintelligent “baaa,” his eyes now crossed and focused down at the brown patch of his nose.
Sam sat there, looking around with a childlike wonder. To any passerby, he looked mindless, absolutely nothing going on behind his eyes. And indeed when the elevator reached the 9th floor a solid minute later, Sam’s drooling body was greeted by the shocked face of Greta, the office secretary. She, a sheep wearing a navy blue jacket with matching pants and puffy white hair at the top of her head looked down at the heap of dumb goat in front of her.
“Uh…Sam? Are you alright?”
“Baa….grrk!” without ceremony, he snapped ‘awake,’ body tensing and practically jumping up from the floor onto two feet. “Aggh! Sorry, sorry!” he said sheepishly much to Greta’s chagrin, bending down to pick up his briefcase and wipe off the small puddle of drool from his jacket. “Sorry, I…uh…tripped! Yeah!”
“Hmm…? Really?” she said, raising her eyebrows. She clutched a folder in her arms, tightening it as she walked into the previously-occupied elevator cabin.
“Y-yeah…” Sam looked down and simply walked to his office with his tail between his legs.
--
Sam sat down onto his desk within a cubicle, putting his briefcase to the side as he began booting up his computer. It took another solid minute to get everything started, the screen flashing with the iconic ‘TECHCORP’ logo—chrome 3D letters in a black background—before transitioning to a more neutral screen with a profile picture and a password entry box to go along with it. The goat sighed and entered his password.
He immediately went to check his email. There were already 17 new messages waiting for him in his inbox, almost all related to business. At least one was a McBurger Rewards email, which Sam dragged to the trash bin. But the most recent email at the top seemed a bit urgent. It was both starred and labeled important, bearing the title in all caps
URGENT!! UNSCHEDULED MAINTENCE NOTICE
The sender was a particular little company called Braincor. Sam frowned, his ears drooped down even more as his puppy-like face grew an expression of great concern. He read the email.
From: service[at]braincor.net
To: samhorne[at]cmail.com
Dear Valued Customer
We are here to inform you that due to circumstances out of our control, all Braincor services including our remote neural hosting will be offline for the unforeseeable future. The shutoff will take place Today beginning 8:50 AM GST. Please take this time to make arrangements for your body to be placed in a safe place and notify a potential caregiver immediately. Please keep your body away from excessive fluids and electronics. Braincor is not liable for any property damages received by bodies disconnected from our hosting service.
We apologize for this severe inconvenience and hope that we way resolve this issue as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Technology and Resource Management
Braincor Inc.
Sam checked the clock at the lower right hand corner of his computer screen.
8:49 AM
“Shit…..”
His face twitched and that familiar look returned to him, eyes glossing over, his pupils dilating as the started to migrate independent of each other. The goat in a brown suit and blue tie had his mouth curl up into a cute smile, drool starting to trickle out once more as all the intelligent thoughts and worries left his head once again. His nose wrinkled, ears twitching as his head slightly nodded forward, tilted as it stared into the screen and into the desk.
The body let out a faint “baaa”, raising his palm up as he looked at it, his other hand up as he felt the furry back of his hand, giggling as it kind of tickled. There was an eraser sitting nearby on his desk, and he pinched down on it, bringing it up to his nose as he gave it a sniff. His eyes focused on it as he slowly brought it down to his mouth, biting down into it and beginning to chew. Sam, or rather his body, would be content to chew it, bleating happily as it played with the other contents of the desk…
--
Somewhere, a great distance away from the mundane concrete and marble office building in the middle of a city business park was a more secluded building with a very tall antenna spire.
“Shit! How the hell are we going to fix this?!!”
“I don’t know, man! The electricals are beyond fucked!”
“Why? Why didn’t you tell any of us? You spilled fucking coffee on the console!”
“Yeah, and so what? It’s just coffee, I thought I could just soak up and clean it myself”
“It went in the duct! The motherboard is fried”
“I know! I know! Gahh, how long till a replacement can arrive.”
“Day? I don’t know, days!”
“Our customers are going to sue to oblivion”
“So what? We just don’t fix this then?”
A stork and an ostrich were arguing in front of a computer monitor, currently displaying a lethal blue screen with white text. Dozens of cables trailed around them, circling and tangling on the floor. But the farther they got from the two birds and the computer, they began to separate and became organized, until it came to a peculiar wall. This wall was made mostly of glass, cylindrical jars besides a small radio-like machine. On the machines would be an LCD display, unanimously reading “CONNECTION LOST” in alarming red text. Inside of each glass chamber suspended in bubbling clear fluid would be a pink ball, wrinkled and gently throbbing, bobbing up and down.
They were brains. Countless amounts of them, all listing in their respective jars. There were large ones and small ones, pink ones and lighter-pink ones; each one was unique in some way. Sitting in the higher tiers, unable to spotted unless someone was looking for it was a jar. Inside, a moderately developed goat brain floated, bumping, throbbing, with its wrinkles deep and plentiful. Down below, on a quaint metal plaque bolted to the shelf supporting the jar, were the letters: “SAM HORNE”
Sam, the brain, couldn’t do much. Wrenched away from his busywork, feeling not much else beside the cool recycling of water against the core of his being, he could only be left to think, deprive of his senses. He didn’t mind. He liked the elevator rides because it gave him a chance to not mind. But now, it wasn’t necessarily paradise. Sam wondered what his body was doing, whether someone had caught and restrained it yet. But moreso, he was wondering when he could return to piloting his caprine body.
Too much of a good thing, he supposed.
He was starting to get a bit bored. The mental games that he could concoct through his imagination could only suffice him so much.
“God dammit” was probably what Sam was thinking. Oh, poor Sam.
--
Sam shuffled into the meeting room, carrying a ream of papers under his arms as he waited for everyone else to come in. Most of everyone was there, a lion, a wolf, a fox, and a dog sat patiently waiting for him to begin. Greta came a bit late, the sheep turning in and smiling at the goat, rubbing the top of his fluffy head and giving him a peck on the cheeks before walking down to a vacant seat. Sam smiled, giggled to himself as he looked around the room.
The projector started and the goat turned around, eyes staring blankly at the screen as he turned around and pointed at a bullet point.
“baaaa….baa!”
The lion nodded, the wolf jotted down a few notes. A thin dribble of drool dripped down from Sam’s mouth as his eyes started to drift around again.
“baaa…aaah!” he continued, another bullet point showing up. It included with it a helpful graphic-- a bargraph with clear and concise categories labeled. “baa!”
A few days had passed and the connection had not yet been restored.
“Hmm, good point there. These are things that none of us have considered before. Good job Sam,” the fox said wryly, writing down notes for himself as well.
“baa”
“This results…how did you manage to acquire Fermat Holdings?”
“baaa” the empty-headed goat nodded, smiling and sticking his tongue out.
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