Despite the gigabytes of stored data at his fingertips, he still preferred a printed copy over electronic information. There was something unnerving about reading facts and figures on a screen. However, his executive officer was content to keep her nose buried in her spreadsheets and word processing documents, rarely reverting to papers. She and the young men and women like her were the future and this trend raised an oddly antiquated feeling within him as he stared at the papers cluttering his desk.Ross paged his exec. “Joyce, can you retrieve the e-mails from the Pentagon regarding our new appropriations?”“Yes sir.”“Could you please forward them to me again? I can’t seem to find them.”“Right away, sir.”His computer beeped, confirming he’d received the emails from Joyce. He slid his access card into the slot of his computer keyboard and placed his right index finger against a sensor pad to confirm his match with the recorded print on his ID card. A sigh later, the text attachments to the e-mail were unscrambled.
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