Mind Fuck (The Administration #1 )

"I fuck minds," Toreth said pleasantly.

"I fuck minds," Toreth said pleasantly.

He could still be inside (the sim) and he would have no way of knowing.

Just a game. A game for which there was so much scope in the sim, where it would leave no bruises.

At the time of the merger with Investigation, Toreth had been at the Interrogation Divisi

At the time of the merger with Investigation, Toreth had been at the Interrogation Division for a year and he'd enjoyed his work. However, it hadn't taken him long to see where the brighter future lay. He'd worked hard to win a place in the first round of appointments for the newly created post of para-investigator, a job that theoretically combined the skills of both investigator and interrogator.

Interrogation was a profession that had certain basic requirements. Primarily, the ability to hurt people, sometimes kill them, and not care. Plenty of interrogators had applied for the conversion course, and few had made it. The successful ones were on the more socially adept end of the spectrum – those who could be let near citizens of the Administration without the precaution of a damage waiver. At the time, Toreth had heard the term "high-functioning" used.

Or, as Sara put it in her less tactful moments, the difference between paras and interrogators was that the former weren't quite so dead behind the eyes.