Interviewing Carl I. Anastasia (1)

24th of Procidens, 5018.

It was an unusually dim morning in the city of Hoverdam. The sun had not just risen up to the fullest just yet. The birds, which held on to the branches of the trees with orange leaves, chirped along to sing a song.

In his office, Kant sat straight on his comfortable swivel chair, ready to start the interview. He had prepared everything; his outfit, the list of questions he was going to ask, and his cup of coffee, which was extra caffeinated for his occasion. All he had to do, was to wait for his arrival. 

Today, was not only a day to see if Carl was the perfect candidate for the job of the director of the CIA, but also the day whether nominative determinism is a bunch of bogus or not, considering the man's initials spell 'C.I.A'. Though Kant didn't believe in such superstitions, he hoped that he got the job.

Knock. Knock.