Upon entering the moon station, I felt a draft. I caught my profile as I passed the full-length mirror. I screamed, "OMG! I’m naked! How could this happen? Maybe if I pretend that it's normal to be naked, nobody will notice?"
I sat down and turned on my computer. I could see the camera angles to the entrance of station. As I brought up the main level cameras, I saw groups of workers converging upon one cubicle….my cubicle. Fifty people were all within 10 feet of me! I screamed, but it came out as a whisper, “beam me up, Scottie!” Then, I woke up.
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