<strong>Doct-R-NIK-1</strong><br/><br/><em>"Oh dear Friend Computer, I being but one of your many servile units have never had the pleasure of dwelling in the room B37VATGRUB which you have made available for us. Might I be told where it is or how to get there, that I might comply with your will in attending the meeting there which I am to attend?"</em><br/><br/>It is trivial for you to get The Computer's attention, because you are a valued and treasured and in no way disposable resource. The Computer of course does not have "moods", but in your experience It will sometimes choose to act as if it does have "moods", in order to better relate to the loyal subjects under its care. In any case, The Computer seems to be in a good mood.<br/><br/>"EVIDENCE OF COMMUNIST INTERFERENCE WITH TRANSMISSION OF TROUBLESHOOTER ORDERS IS NOTED. THANK YOU, CITIZEN, FOR YOUR PROMPT REPORT OF TREASONOUS ACTIVITY. BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR FURTHER INSTANCES OF SUCH ACTIVITY AND CONTINUE TO REPORT THEM. YOUR ACCOUNT HAS BEEN CREDITED WITH.... click click click.... 50 CREDITS FOR THIS MERITORIOUS SERVICE.<br/><br/>PLEASE PROCEED TO BRIEFING ROOM B3729 SECTOR PLX. HAVE A PRODUCTIVE DAY."<br/><br/>Sector PLX is not too far away, and there's a Transtube line leading directly there from your current location. You may proceed to the briefing room without further incident. Your immediate supervisor, a portly man by the name of Coop-R-TON-3, sighs and moves the enormous stack of paperwork from your desk to the nearly identical desk on your left, where it is greeted with unfeigned enthusiasm by an Infrared whose name you never caught. Coop-R-TON-3 goes to the Employee Assignment Board which covers one wall of the large shared office space and moves the little magnet next to your name from the column marked "Working" to the column marked "Presumed Dead".<br/><br/><br/>