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JoEl The Engineer
The Earth-pet was some sort of dog. It had outdoor sleeping quarters made of wood. Next to a mound of dirt where the creature had been digging. It barked at first so JoEl had to silence it with a dart from his Railer. It was quiet now, on its side, tongue out.
He readjusted his hearing aid and pointed it to the house. All around him the nightlife of the Earth creatures crawled and scurried. He opened his jacket and readjusted a dial on his overalls. The sound of the creatures fell away from him and brought the movement inside the house into focus.
A small Earth-pet. A human female. A rustling of some sort of synthetic fabric. A coat or something. Horrible noise indeed.
He dialled the hearing aid back a bit.
He heard the Earth-pet run up the stairs. He heard its nose sniffing the closed faces of the collateral. He even heard the tear as it fell from the human’s face. He heard everything.
Perhaps he should close them too. What was one more human?
The thoughts disappeared as the device in his pocket buzzed. The tablet, a thin slice of glass a little bigger than his hand. At first it displayed nothing, but JoEl ran his finger down the centre, top to bottom and then left to right, and the thing beeped into life.
With human technology at the place it was now, they would likely be able to use it. A home screen. A messaging service. And the connection to the Network: The Freelance Network, that is. The software that connected Freelancers across the galaxy.
JoEl tapped on the tablet to bring up his case. A tick box — mission complete. A notes section — 2 x adult humans, collateral. To sign off, he wrote his name on-screen with all the flair of a painter.
Within seconds, the currency was processed. A collection of ones and zeros that would keep him fed and happy for a quite some time. He lifted open his jacket pocket. He went to put the tablet back into its correct pocket but it vibrated again. Another notification. Before he had chance to look at it, it vibrated again, and then again, and again. Again. Again. Again.
His account, the list of briefs, full. No pictures; just names and ages. All children. A window popped open in the centre of the screen and a message read “Do You Wish To Add These To Your To-Do List?”
“Yes,” he said aloud. “Yes, I do.”
He put the tablet away and felt a buzz of energy run through his fingers. He tightened his gloves and thought of TeAl. It would be a while longer before he would get to go back to see his son and his wife. A while longer indeed. He had a lot of work to do.
Freelance Network Welcome Pack
Hello and welcome to the Freelance Network.
If you’re reading this then you have found yourself part of a very ancient collective of Freelancers — adventurers, smugglers, mercenaries, personal assistants, videographers, copywriters, social media managers, and whatever else happens to be needed by somebody within the Galactic Community.
The Freelance Network is a simple networking service reachable only by the invited. Post spam at your own risk. The Moderator will not take it and you will be deleted.
When you first sign up with your invitation code and have completed the mandatory video course, you should head over to the introductory board and post a simple one line bio — your name, transport method, and skills. Any more than that will be considered unnecessary, and you will be deleted from the Freelance Network for good. And by deleted, we mean killed.
The job board is where you can look for work or post jobs that you require filling. The jobs available can be as simple as transporting a package from one planet to another, or could be a little more involved. It could be an ongoing lifetime of work which could keep you going for centuries to come or it could be a one-time affair.
The moral nature of these jobs is, again, unfiltered — please keep all opinions about morality to yourself.
We are a proud community of
JoEl The Engineer
The Earth-pet was some sort of dog. It had outdoor sleeping quarters made of wood. Next to a mound of dirt where the creature had been digging. It barked at first so JoEl had to silence it with a dart from his Railer. It was quiet now, on its side, tongue out.
He readjusted his hearing aid and pointed it to the house. All around him the nightlife of the Earth creatures crawled and scurried. He opened his jacket and readjusted a dial on his overalls. The sound of the creatures fell away from him and brought the movement inside the house into focus.
A small Earth-pet. A human female. A rustling of some sort of synthetic fabric. A coat or something. Horrible noise indeed.
He dialled the hearing aid back a bit.
He heard the Earth-pet run up the stairs. He heard its nose sniffing the closed faces of the collateral. He even heard the tear as it fell from the human’s face. He heard everything.
Perhaps he should close them too. What was one more human?
The thoughts disappeared as the device in his pocket buzzed. The tablet, a thin slice of glass a little bigger than his hand. At first it displayed nothing, but JoEl ran his finger down the centre, top to bottom and then left to right, and the thing beeped into life.
With human technology at the place it was now, they would likely be able to use it. A home screen. A messaging service. And the connection to the Network: The Freelance Network, that is. The software that connected Freelancers across the galaxy.
JoEl tapped on the tablet to bring up his case. A tick box — mission complete. A notes section — 2 x adult humans, collateral. To sign off, he wrote his name on-screen with all the flair of a painter.
Within seconds, the currency was processed. A collection of ones and zeros that would keep him fed and happy for a quite some time. He lifted open his jacket pocket. He went to put the tablet back into its correct pocket but it vibrated again. Another notification. Before he had chance to look at it, it vibrated again, and then again, and again. Again. Again. Again.
His account, the list of briefs, full. No pictures; just names and ages. All children. A window popped open in the centre of the screen and a message read “Do You Wish To Add These To Your To-Do List?”
“Yes,” he said aloud. “Yes, I do.”
He put the tablet away and felt a buzz of energy run through his fingers. He tightened his gloves and thought of TeAl. It would be a while longer before he would get to go back to see his son and his wife. A while longer indeed. He had a lot of work to do.
Freelance Network Welcome Pack
Hello and welcome to the Freelance Network.
If you’re reading this then you have found yourself part of a very ancient collective of Freelancers — adventurers, smugglers, mercenaries, personal assistants, videographers, copywriters, social media managers, and whatever else happens to be needed by somebody within the Galactic Community.
The Freelance Network is a simple networking service reachable only by the invited. Post spam at your own risk. The Moderator will not take it and you will be deleted.
When you first sign up with your invitation code and have completed the mandatory video course, you should head over to the introductory board and post a simple one line bio — your name, transport method, and skills. Any more than that will be considered unnecessary, and you will be deleted from the Freelance Network for good. And by deleted, we mean killed.
The job board is where you can look for work or post jobs that you require filling. The jobs available can be as simple as transporting a package from one planet to another, or could be a little more involved. It could be an ongoing lifetime of work which could keep you going for centuries to come or it could be a one-time affair.
The moral nature of these jobs is, again, unfiltered — please keep all opinions about morality to yourself.
We are a proud community of
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