The adjusters of the NSD work tirelessly, day and night, to restore Negative Space. They put their lives on the line for us every time they respond to Negative Space. These are their untold stories.
Grayson shook the dust from his black felt trench coat. The NSR was not responding well to normal positive stimuli. He had just tried reading Dr. Glabberstone’s positive reinforcement treatise on every space having a purpose. Instead of adjusting the Negative Space Resident, the treatise had only angered it.
“Look, next time you don’t like what I say, just say so. You don’t have to drop the ceiling on my head.” Grayson slipped the leather-bound book of positive reinforcement treatises back into his black felt satchel. He reached in front of one of the cameramen lying on the floor, whom he could only assume was trying to get a more dramatic shot, and scooped up his black felt fedora, brushing it off before jamming it back on his blonde head. “You could just make this easy on the both of us and leave. Let me adjust the Negative Space and be on my way.”Continue reading “Negative Space Department – A story.”