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Your alarm blares as you lie in bed. Already wide awake due to the overwhelming smell of burnt sausages and the accompanying loud explevatives of frustration from one of your housemates downstairs.

You sigh and quietly whisper a happy birthday to yourself. Knowing that no one else will care, this morning somehow seems like a fitting welcome to adulthood.

This started out as a foreign exchange project, with work in the State of the Art Schreiber Laboratory intended to be a temporary learning experience. And yet you somehow got offered to stay on as a Lab assistant, even getting paid. You guess Dr Schreiber must have seen something in you but you can't think what it was.

After 3 years America seems just as much like home as Croatia ever did. Even if those 3 years felt constantly like being the least intelligent and least useful person the room most of the time.

You force yourself to get out of bed, get your uniform ready and take a quick shower, still worrying irrationally at every turn that you will lose track of time and be late despite the fact you never have been in 3 years.

You look at your reflection in the mirror, seeing yourself as an adult for the first time. You wink at it and it responds in kind, setting your mind at rest.


You are a:

A) Boy
B) Girl

(Also please feel free to give advice and yell at me and stuff, haven't done of these in a long time)
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A

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A

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B
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B

Voting to see if I am indeed ignored.

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Need a tiebreak before we end up a hermaphrodite
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B
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B: You are a girl

You catch the bus to work and arrive well on time as always.



"Morning Iva" the middle aged pear shaped receptionist Ms Holloway says to you while peering over her glasses with a genuine smile as you walk past her desk.

"Morning Ms Holloway" you say back automatically without thinking or looking as you fiddle with putting away your ID card after dealing with security.

"Hey! Coffee girl!" you hear another arrogant voice say from behind you.

"Ugh no.. please not now." you mutter under your breath to yourself knowing that it won't make a difference to reality.

It's Ace, well technically Arnold although you have never heard anyone use his real name and only know it by the occasional official file or internal mail. The 6 foot 5, muscular two time All-American (Which is he is quick to remind everyone of) with a bachelor's degree in physics. Rumor has it he is only here and not a NASA astronaut because he failed every psych test he has ever taken. He has to be at least in his late 20s if not older but damned if he looks a day over 22.

And the only man who has ever successfully been able to use Dr Schreiber's equipment. Well since you have worked there anyway, a laundry list of candidates have tried but only Ace has managed to use his most advanced devices.

An accolade that to your mind seems to have granted him the right to act like a jock out of a high school drama inside a damn laboratory setting without consequence.

"HEY! Coffee Guy! I'm talking to you!" He repeats

"I have a name you know." you reply, it sounded less meek in your head

"Yeah it's Coffee Bitch. It's early and the important people need some caffeine. Before you start get one for me, Dr whatshisface, Holleeaway,"

"It's Holloway" Ms Holloway interjects but is ignored.

Ace continues without pause "And the two eggheads doc keeps in the chamber room. We're doing another phase 2 today befo- Oh wait what I am saying. You wouldn't even begin to understand what I would be talking about."

"Look I'm not going to-" you start but Ace has already walked off. "Uuugh. I don't even... What is it with that guy?"

"Don't worry about him sweetie." Ms Holloway says reassuringly "Right now he is needed so he thinks he can do whatever he wants. But men like him never realize how expendable they really are until it's too late. Coffee does sound a good idea though. If you're not feeling up to it you can go ahead and I'll get it for everyone."

Do you

A. Get coffee.
B. Get coffee, but spit in Ace's.
C. Screw getting coffee, Holloway can do it, I'm not a kid anymore.
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C
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B

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B

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B
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B
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B
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B. Get coffee, but spit in Ace's.

"No,no. It's fine Ms Holloway. I'll get the damn coffee." you say as a mischievous idea enters your head.

You leave the lab and get a confused glare from the security guards wondering why you buzzed in just to buzz out. Before going to the local coffee shop and picking up the drinks.

On your way back you make sure no one is looking then work up an enormous glob of saliva and spit in one of the coffees, you decide to double down and spit in it a second time. Then you bend the corner of the coffee lid slightly to mark it for Ace.

"Ha! This'll show him." you say aloud getting a quizical look from a passerby.

As you re-enter the lab you suddenly feel a tremor in the ground accompanied by a loud bang. You struggle not to drop all the coffee as you shake. Then as quickly as it came, it stopped "What the hell was that?" You shout.

"I guess it was one of Dr Schreiber's experiments..." Ms Holloway's warm voice made you jump as you didn't see she had walked next to you. "But he's usually so good at not causing a disturbance. I wonder what happened. I wouldn't worry about it sweetheart."

She's so short and can be so quiet when she wants to be. She also casually took one of the coffees while you were distracted by the tremor.

You then realize to your horror that she has unwittingly grabbed the coffee intended for Ace while you were distacted and is about to take a drink.

Do you:

A) Quickly snatch it from her hand
B) Say something clever to convince her to give it back
C) Tell her that you spit in that one.
D) Just let her drink it.
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Forgettable posted...

My name is not Christina, and I'm not your assistant!

Your name is Iva
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Forgettable posted...

My name is not Christina, and I'm not your assistant!

KURISSSSUTINA

i vote B
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B.
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