'Of course,' said Kelly. 'But it is a little frightening when you hear it being read out like that.'
'You haven't committed any crimes,' said Mr Pokey. 'You're a model citizen. No violations of penal codes. No misdemeanours.'
'No,' said Kelly. 'None.'
'You are an ambitious young woman and we are offering you a challenging position.'
'All right,' said Kelly. ‘I’ll take it.'
'Well of course you will, you wouldn't be here if you •weren't going to. Would you? So we'll get you all checked out…'
'Checked out?' said Kelly.
'Just the standard medical.'
'I see.'
'And then you will be highly paid for doing something you enjoy. What could possibly be better than that?'
Kelly thought about it. What could possibly be better than being highly paid for doing something you enjoy? Nothing really. And while she was doing this something, she \vould find out everything she needed to know about Mute Corp. Every little secret.
Or every big secret.
And yes, she was ambitious, and yes, she was highly competitive. And yes, not only would she beat their games, she would expose to the world whatever it was that Mute Corp had done to Big Bob Charker and those hapless souls who had apparently vanished from the face of the earth.
She would.
Oh yes she would.
'Right,' said Kelly. 'I'm up for it. I'll take the medical and get straight into your game.'
'Splendid,' said Mr Pokey. 'I knew you were perfect for the job. We never make a mistake at Mute Corp.' And his eyes were back on her breasts once more and the smile was back on his face.
Kelly smiled. 'Just one thing,' she said. 'What is the name of this new game of yours?'
'go mango,' said Mr Pokey.
15
'Yabba-dabba-dooby-dooby-do, [12]' said the doctor.
'Yabba-dabba-dooby-dooby-do-do, [13]' Kelly replied.
The doctor wore a stunning white concoction, wrought from bogusynthecatedextroselectroline, which had been sprayed over her body and a pair of Doveston holistic thigh boots with on-board chaos-generators, double reticulating splines and personal matrix engines, with rather spiffing Minnie Mouse bows on the toecaps.
'You have a working knowledge of Runese,' said the doctor. It was a statement rather than a question. 'It's only really the plebs who use it all the time. We professionals need more than forty words to get the job done. Don't we?'
'I'm sure you have accessed my file,' said Kelly. 'I have a degree in the Universal tongue. Did it on a night-school course six months ago on the Web. Along with Origami and Macrame. Not to mention Mantovani.'
The doctor didn't mention Mantovani.
'Please be seated,' said the doctor.
Kelly seated herself.
The doctor's office differed from that of Mr Pokey's, in that it wasn't the same. The walls of this office were adorned with garish blown-up photographs of industrial injuries. The doctor's desk was a transparent slab of plexiglas, and encased within it was a human skeleton. A two-headed human skeleton.
On the wall behind the desk were shelves. On these shelves were numerous preserving jars containing dissected human organs, heads, limbs and assorted bits and bobs.
Kelly was impressed by the collection. 'An impressive array of exhibits,' she observed. 'All the work of Hartley Grimes [14]?'
'Not my personal choice,' said the doctor. 'Mute Corp employed an interior designer to give the offices a makeover. An old chap called Lawrence someone-or-other. He was very fashionable back in the 1990s. And style never dates, does it?'
'Apparently not,' said Kelly.
'So let us get down to business, would you care to go behind the screen and remove all your clothing.'
'I had a medi-check only a month ago,' said Kelly. 'I was declared Double Al. It will be on my medical file.'
'Oh, it is,' said the doctor. 'But company rules are company rules and rules must be enforced.'
'But I am officially Double Al.'
The doctor fluttered her eyelashes. They were fibre-optic, tiny green and blue globes glittering at their tips. 'Everyone has to have six-monthly health checks,' she said. 'You and I both know this. Most illnesses have been eradicated. Disease is virtually unknown, the universal panacea chip that everyone is implanted with at birth sees to this. But there are certain specific minor ailments that I have to check for.'
'Such as?' Kelly asked.
'Have you ever heard of keamerphybriosis?'
'No,' said Kelly. 'I haven't.'
'Or haemoglottism? Or Sterling's syndrome?'
'No,' said Kelly, slowly shaking her golden head and teasing at her hair. 'I haven't heard of those, either.'
'Nor have I,' said the doctor. 'Nor has anyone else. Because I just made them up. But if you don't consent to me giving you a full body examination, they will be just three of the totally bogus incurable complaints that I shall type into your file to prevent you getting this job.'
'Why?' Kelly asked.
The doctor sighed. 'I would have thought that was patently obvious,' she said. 'I just want to see you with your kit off. It's a doctor thing. I thought it was taken for granted.'
'Oh,' said Kelly. 'Well why didn't you just say so?' And she went behind the screen and got her kit off.
'We seem to have got off to a rather poor start,' said Mr Speedy to Derek. Mr Speedy was sitting in the chair of Mr Shields. The chair that Derek should have been sitting in. Mr Speedy had his feet upon Mr Shields's desk and Mr Speedy was now sipping Scotch from the bottle Mr Shields kept in his drawer.
Derek sat upon a boxed computer part, which somehow had been overlooked when the rest went off to the Brentford constabulary.
'You see,' said Mr Speedy. 'Mr Shields has a job for life. It's in that absurd contract of his. But you don't. And you know it. Mute Corp pays your wages and Mute Corp expects each of its employees to give of his or her best. Do I make myself thoroughly understood?'
Derek grinned painfully and made a show of rubbing his hands together. 'So,' said he. 'Shall we get started on this exciting project? You were joking about the fence being put around the borough though, weren't you?'
Mr Speedy shook his head. And Mr Shadow shook his head. And slowly Derek shook his head as well. 'You weren't joking, then,' he said.