Her supervisor appeared in the doorway. “Veenak? What about the transfers?”
The last time Veenak saw her mother alive, she was filling out a CD form. veenak cd form
She took a deep breath. Then she fed the first form into the office shredder. One by one, she shredded them all—the living, the dead, the presumed, the resistant. The machine groaned, choked, and spat out a blizzard of paper snow. Her supervisor appeared in the doorway
Not a compact disc, of course. In the labyrinthine bureaucracy of the Central Directorate, a “CD Form” stood for “Critical Departure Form”—the official document required when a senior archivist transferred from the Physical Realm to the Digital Hereafter. It was a form with seventy-three fields, twelve sub-clauses, and a signature block that required three different colors of ink. She took a deep breath