"My job was created by an enormous government owned anomaly locating machine. I am not sure who created the machine."
When I pull it out I can feel the magnetic pulse beneath the barb scarred leather. I never touch them, the seven hard plastic cards, each with an invisible aura of strings and numbers slurring the air around them; though they reach their branched stickly fingers sliding up my veins. Their pulse is louder than mine.
"What kind of anomalies?"
"Every kind."
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