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some
kind of cancer survivor. Though, from what I had overheard, she might be one.
Pantheon Solutions offered healthcare in an entirely different sense than
mortal employers. Her power armor, as she called it, was controlled by pure C,
and would have been written in raw assembly if they had let her.
    "Heck if I know," the Head
Supervisor asked. "I can barely understand Upper Management when they
talk. For all I know the CEO thinks there's not enough bird poop in the
lake."
    "There's been a spate of lost boats
on the lake recently," said Andy, Bearer of the Arrow that Kills Gods or Deployment Technical Specialist. He wore little armor, but his bow
was taller than he was and usable only with gauntlets that made him like a
steampunk boxer. He really did have an arrow that was covered with centaur's
blood and so could harm a divine being, though the higher
ones would not be harmed much. Andy had quietly told me that he made another in
secret, just in case. His bow was also Wyrm-based, and he was the other primary
maintainer for Wyrm itself.
    "Perhaps that's it. We just don't
know. But Pantheon Solutions is about doing," the Head Supervisor
said proudly.
     
    >>>  
     
    We weren't only making the API. One of
the office buildings on the campus was full of teams working on actual
projects. I was briefly pulled to be a liaison to a team working on reducing,
and eventually eliminating, drought in Africa.
    The rain daemon was not meant for the
current ecology and its oddities lead to periods without rain at all. The team
was trying to create a secondary daemon that would pick up where the first left
off, and they decided on the python API for the speed they could work with it—and
thus, the lives that would be saved. We made so many changes to the API during
the project that it was one of the reasons I made Wyrm.
    But shortly after the secondary daemon
was deployed and it was confirmed it was saving some lives, the team was
disbanded without explanation, and everyone was sent to different teams
altogether. I ended up on Tactical Solution Deployment, construct division,
where I am today.
     
    >>>  
     
    "How long are we going to be down
there?" asked Emily, Healer or Onsite Healthcare Specialist. She was a black woman perpetually wearing one thick leather glove even out of
armor, because she had once spilled Ichor on that hand and it never stopped
glowing. How she didn't die from the geas I never learned and I never asked,
even when we were dating. That didn't work out, by the way. Her lifestyle was
even more high-stress than mine. She used the new Perl binding, and more power
to her. It turned out a variant of regexes worked well with bodily repair,.
    "The ship can only stay here for an
hour," I said and looked at the Head Supervisor.
    He frowned. "If you can't get out,
we'll try to rearrange a secondary extraction method as soon as possible."
    "We're carrying enough to stay for
days," Emily said. "MREs to eat, even."
    The Eater of the Dreams of Foes said
"This was the best we can do. Upper wants this team, right here, right now. "
    I shuddered slightly, and I did not know
why.
     
    >>>  
     
    "Don't you care!?" my
girlfriend screamed, and I touched her arm gently. I barely dodged her hand.
"Do you even have a heart?"
    "Honey—" I said.
    "Don't call me that. I am continually asking you to and I—I don't care anymore. We're through."
She stomped out and shut the door behind her so hard it rattled. Moment afterwards
I heard the engine start, and her car squeal away.
    I looked around the remains of the
living room. I thought if it would be take less time just to call someone to
clean it up, and then I realized I had reached the point where I really didn't
care.
    That had started after the Tactical
Solution Deployment where I killed someone.
    All of it was a blur. We were after a
warlock, an oath-breaker, someone who had left one of the Divine corporations
and struck out on their own to make themselves a god. A blur, but I