"Socket, this wasn't in my contract. In fact, I'm pretty sure it goes against everything in my contract."

  Owen was whining about his situation in life, like a lot of the characters in this webnovel.

  "Pish-posh and boulderdash! If we can't exploit a power to generate limitless power through smart engineering, what's the point of living, eh?"

  "Yeah, that's great if it was enemy you were squeezing for juice, but I work here. I specially had Sandra write 'no lab rat shit' into my contract!"

  "Bah! Didn't ye see the asterisk?! The meaning of all words is up to upper management's interpretation, ain't it?!"

  Socket stomped up to an upside-down Owen to get far too close to his face. His eyes were wide and crazed.

  "Now shut up and give us those sweet megawatts."

  He flipped a big switch and the Perpetual Owen machine viciously began its work. It repeatedly killed Owen by flattening his body as efficiently as possible, and gathered the excess free energy from the displacement of air as it was restored back to its original state.

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  "Yes, yes! It's working! It's working!"

  After a few minutes, Socket shut it down. "Don't you know what that means! After the cost of all the inputs are taken out, that leaves us with 0.4 kilowatts of surplus energy! 0.4 kilowatts! Aye woulda killed everybody I knew for 0.4 kilowatts, as a laddie!"

  Owen mumbled some noises that were neither supportive nor negatory.

  Sometimes the world is cruel.

  It ain't easy, being a pigeon.

  Being dead last on the food chain.

  But sometimes you get to have kinky pigeon sex.

  Or find a bon-bon left on the ground.

  So sometimes life is okay.

  Tofu was, once again, chewing over a pigeon.

  Now, one might think he enjoyed their taste. But he did not. They were just easily within reach. Like someone leaving crackers out at a party.

  Come to think of it, did Fortress City used to be this infested with the things? You'd think with all the night fliers and the other predators, they wouldn't be able to sustain these kinds of numbers.

  Weird.

  But they were basically rats with wings, so it was okay.