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Welcome to your new job!
You are an operator at a Portal Authority checkpoint.
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Welcome to your new job!
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Your job is simple.
A being walks up to the window.
You check their documents, you talk to them, you figure out who they are and what they can do.
Then you type what you know into PORTAL-HR, the program on your desk.
It gives you five job options.
You pick the best one.
A document prints.
They leave.
Next.
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Some of them are elves looking for seasonal work.
Some are entities that predate the concept of Tuesday.
Most of them just want to get through the line.
You will meet your coworkers before your first shift opens.
They will explain the rules specific to your checkpoint.
Pay attention.
The rules exist for reasons that usually involve something going wrong before you arrived.
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You are paid slightly less than a McDonald's employee.
There is a cot in the back.
The coffee machine works most of the time.
Do your job well and the morning review will reflect that.
Do it badly and you will find out exactly how badly over breakfast.
Good luck. You will probably be fine.
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Three years ago, portals opened across Earth without warning.
Every government prepared for invasion.
The invasion never came.
Instead a goddess showed up with paperwork.
Mystra, deity of magic, arrived as a diplomatic representative with a proposal, mutual passage rights between Earth and other realms.
Earth, after a brief panic and a shorter meeting, realized it could charge for that access and said yes.
The portals don't all connect to the same kind of place.
Some open into high fantasy worlds of elves, orcs, and magic.
Some connect to digital universes running on video game logic.
Some lead to abyssal dimensions that predate physics.
Some open into places that operate on cartoon rules and don't care what you think about that.
Beings cross over for work, tourism, or reasons that don't translate into any known language.
Economies shifted.
New labor law was written.
Someone opened a hostel in Lyon for interdimensional travelers, and it has four stars on Google.
The checkpoints process them all.
One operator, one desk, one laptop, one portal.
The horror never went away.
It just got a LinkedIn profile.
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