Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction" (both original and fanfiction) where you can search across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
"Listen, Alistair," he said with an exasperated sigh. "You're the best damn guy we've got in this company, and we both know that. But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you like!" He threw his hands up at the end of the tirade. "Your team has informed me of what you've been doing." He rested his arms on the desk and stared me down. "A deep ocean combat diving suit with an external vent for, and I quote, 'better circulation of air'? A cymbal monkey grenade?"
"Technically, that last one is helpful." I interrupted. "It's blast radius is five times larger than the average explosive of its size."
He groaned. "Alistair, what's wrong?"
"I'm bored." I bluntly stated. "I've lost what little interest I had in the job. Nothing truly compelling happens." I looked down. "You know this isn't the job I worked for."
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