Written 26 June, 2008
A Three-Donut Vacation
XIV: A Wholly-Owned Subsidiary
“Oh, my god!” I said. “They’ve sold THAT many donuts?”
“It was the administration’s failed economic policies that led to the buyout,” she said. “When was the last time you got peanuts on a commercial teleport?”
“Come to think of it, last time out on Delta I was offered the choice of a cruller or a chocolate glazed,” I said. “And the only drink available was milk.”
“Exactly,” said Sweetie.
The doorways were endless:
Bureau of Plausible Deniability: Chocolate Division
Exotic Spices Bioresearch
Cruller Dunking Facility
Center for Yeast Studies and Edged Weapons
Headquarters, Donuts-As-Tools-of-Assassination Test Group (Human Volunteers Needed)
Sweetie stopped abruptly. “This is our first stop.” She produced her plastic card key and passed it through a scanner. A door slid noiselessly open.