Conversion Blues (Hell, Conversion ROY-G-BIV)
Don't you just love reorgs?
The Prince of Fate must have had a particularly bad day. Or perhaps he just feeling like himself. Either way, he very recently gathered together all of his Servitors assigned to the Archive, in order to make an unexpected announcement. Kronos has decided to enter the 20th Century (barely in time). He wants an electronic catalog.
Those of you with library training, or experience in database conversions, may scream now.
Got it out of your system?
Good. It gets better. As Kronos has no preference in what kind of system gets implemented (he's Admin, after all), he's going to take proposals, exactly four weeks from now, no sooner, no later. The demon whose proposal gets accepted will oversee the conversion process... and pick up a Barony to boot. Given the general work environment, it didn't take long (app. 2.2317 seconds) before some bright soul decided that success would be more likely if the playing field was smaller. There are going to be quite a few demons making some ready cash as mercenaries, over the next few weeks. Try not to hurt the books, and remember: Silence, Please. Or Else.
The basic assumption is that Kronos will probably get even nastier if too many of his Servitors die like flies, so harassment will be the order of the day. Full-scale military assaults will simply have to wait until the night before the deadline. What's ironic about this is that Kronos is just going to pick a plan at random. It's not like any of them are going to work, and Kronos knows where everything is anyway. The entire exercise is simply a cruel way to reduce the number of demons who have glommed on to secure jobs in the Archive, instead of going out and corrupting humans like they're supposed to.
The technical term for this is "weeding".