I work in a big faceless company that owns floor after floor of offices in the downtown area. much alike many other thousands of people in both toronto and elsewhere i work in one of these offices in front of a computer. a computer. we are changing as a species because of these screened menaces. ergonomic chairs. footrests. little pictures of cats doing funny things. wrist gaurds so you dont get repetitive stress on your fucking wrists. repetitive!@ like the idea of doing soemthing so often that such a thing would happen is such a mindfuck. you know what they (our alien overlords) usually get to do jobs like that..fucking robots. the pale computer weary robo-workers of my company are crying out. crying out for some sort of solace in a world that wants them to type type type type. what will be become. i beseech you toni braxton. help usssssssssssss
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