Ghost Stories

A couple of weeks ago, I died. At least according to the system at The Hive, I'd been terminated.

The system kills me periodically. It's a glitch with my account and something having to do with contractor status. At least twice a year I cease to exist, murdered by a sociopathic electronic system determined to maintain security and efficiency at the cost of a human being or two.

Unfortunately when this happens, I still need to work. Getting around The Hive can be challenging as a ghost. I either need to slip in and out of closing doors right behind living worker bees or con somebody into allowing me to borrow their proof of life (in this case, a badge) for five or ten minutes to get around.

It usually takes about a week for the system to reanimate me. Part of this is due to bureaucracy, part is due to outsourced IT staff, and part of it is just due to having to prove to faceless administrators that I am in fact neither dead or fired. This is difficult to do when one can't send email from their Hive account, or access new passwords because the passwords are sent to an email that can not be accessed due to one's presumed terminated state.

Luckily, the reanimation process only took about three days this time and I have been restored to a state of approved life by the guardians of The Hive system.

For the record? Being a ghost sucks.