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fh_bdeIt was getting worse. Tech support was no longer answering their phones and entire swaths of the multiverse had blinked out without a trace, almost like they'd never existed at all. And while the Portalocity gnome, personally, would not miss any version of the Dark Ages (there wasn't much travel in and out of there anyway), he knew enough about history to know that universes unraveling was Bad.
He waddled down to public relations. "We're going to need another statement."
( Because they are so good at them! )
The v-gift, the gnome knew from experience, would slow their servers to a crawl, but it might also slow down the bookings of holiday passages and thus the dreaded next step for a crisis of this magnitude: offering refunds.
Shudder.
"Send it," he commanded. "And get tech support some more antacid."
He waddled down to public relations. "We're going to need another statement."
( Because they are so good at them! )
The v-gift, the gnome knew from experience, would slow their servers to a crawl, but it might also slow down the bookings of holiday passages and thus the dreaded next step for a crisis of this magnitude: offering refunds.
Shudder.
"Send it," he commanded. "And get tech support some more antacid."