Lucien hadn't used his signature in decades, nobody had. Once the microchips were implanted, you couldn't find a pen, even if your life depended on it. Ever since the hijackers used pens to take over an airliner, they were considered a lethal weapon. That poor Captain and his crew all stabbed in the jugulars, and left for dead.
Lucien kicked at the yellow post-it note, but it wasn't there. He rubbed his eyes, as if to clear them, but the vision of the post-it was gone.
But why a treble clef? Lucien remembered back when Prince was alive, he used a sign to identify himself. Was Lucien trying to change his image by identifying as a treble clef? Music had always been a part of Lucien's life, he never played an instrument, he was so bad, he couldn't play the radio.
And now, for the life of him, he could not get that image out of his head.
Lucien got to his pod and headed to work, thinking this day had started like every other, but not anymore. Lucien arrived at his workstation and logged on to his terminal with his hand print. "Good morning Lucien, you're late" said the sexy robotic voice.
Lucien stared at the blank screen for what seemed like a minute, but turned out to be hours. He felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned and saw a security guard standing behind him. "Come with me sir, and grab your hat" the guard commanded. Lucien was escorted to the basement of the building and placed in a room with music playing softly in the background.
"Where am I?" Lucien asked.
"Reprogramming" answered the man in the white coat. "Now, sit back and relax, you won't feel a thing"