"Thank You"
When I get on the train to work, it's dark. I transfer to the blue line and wait 14 minutes for the westbound train, rigor mortising in the frosty morning air as I watch three eastbound trains go by, each containing three people. At least there's the one guy who looks like he's actually going to work. The other two are hobos, doubtlessly leaving their daily legacy of pee and poo for other morning commuters to enjoy.
My design group has relocated to a new satellite of the Deathstar. It's a plant, a factory where they actually make the shit. You can see them in there in the sealed-off labs running around in bunny suits and creating chips or wafers or whatever it is they do. Music is pumping, lights are red making the white suits orange, reflecting off their helmet shields and I'm staring in, trying to act like I'm not staring and I'm like, goddamn! wandering around waiting for somebody to come over and arrest me. But they don't.
The apocalypse may be coming, but over at InCorp. they have trash cans that say "Thank You" when you throw something away. How civilized is that? I couldn't get over it. I was running around looking for things to throw away so the cans would thank me. Everything is going to shit in a handbag but it's ok, because there's no garbage on the floor and all the trash cans are polite. Ain't that nice?
My design group has relocated to a new satellite of the Deathstar. It's a plant, a factory where they actually make the shit. You can see them in there in the sealed-off labs running around in bunny suits and creating chips or wafers or whatever it is they do. Music is pumping, lights are red making the white suits orange, reflecting off their helmet shields and I'm staring in, trying to act like I'm not staring and I'm like, goddamn! wandering around waiting for somebody to come over and arrest me. But they don't.
The apocalypse may be coming, but over at InCorp. they have trash cans that say "Thank You" when you throw something away. How civilized is that? I couldn't get over it. I was running around looking for things to throw away so the cans would thank me. Everything is going to shit in a handbag but it's ok, because there's no garbage on the floor and all the trash cans are polite. Ain't that nice?