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.PP
.ps 10
Daisuke did not particularly miss the business.  In recent years, the
demands on his time had become more of a nuisance.  None of the trappings,
none of the people, were essential to his purposes.  The operator
provided him with direction, and, consequently, his internal monologue had ceased.
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.ps 10
When a ticket did come in he would place it in TAKEN status, then consider
the best way to respond.  Often he did not need to leave his chair.
The operator's organization had established a policy of minimizing
unnecessary travel.  He left the compound only when circumstances
demanded manual intervention.
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.ps 10
One such situation obtained.  Daisuke started his mission, exiting the
compound via his usual means, and affecting travel via public transportation.  He browsed a
magazine to pass the time.  Once the bus arrived at his stop, Daisuke
resumed the street and hiked on foot to his destination.  He found
that the mechanical aspects of his present employment agreed with him.
Every modular action fitted snugly alongside the next.  No daylight
was visible between modules.

.PP
.ps 10
At the end of his employment term Daisuke decided not to re\-up.  He
still found the work agreeable, but perhaps it had distracted from his
ongoing goal of gaining access to the Japanese market.  In the years
since he'd surrendered control of day\-to\-day operations, little evident progress had been made.  It figured.
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At any rate, the boss was back.
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"I'm the boss, I can
.I
be
.R
late," Daisuke announced at the inaugural
board meeting of the New Era.
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No one present disagreed.