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life 2 min read 206 views Jan 27, 2026

A day at the office

new job

Snappy new suit

 

comes with a built in wingsuit

 

riding the corporate drone jet 

to THE Amazon 

 

monitor comes to life

Android named Sam comes on

 

we jump in 30 seconds

 

a conveyer belt 

starts to move 

 

the row of seats 

to an opening door

 

countdown starts 

at four, three two one...

 

pop... the jet starts to shake

beginning to disintegrate

 

to smoke and dust

 

 

 

Head for the door

 

kick off from 

last point of contact

 

the bottom of the doorway

then... empty space

 

as thoughts begin to race

screaming from the top

 

to the bottom of your lungs

Geronimo!

 

the office in the clouds 

gives way

 

to a new sort of office space 

in freefall

 

taking flight... 

people staring, 

 

sizing you up

past the water cooler, 

 

turn right

 

layover at the coffeemaker 

while topping off the tank

 

hover for a few, 

while warming up your engines

 

engaged in small talk 

and pleasantries

 

taxi down the runway to the office

no boss, no executive assistant

 

just AI... clocking your keystrokes, 

logs how many sticky notes 

 

you run through 

writing notes to yourself

 

how many times 

you scratched your head,

 

how many times you blinked

how many times you rolled your eyes

 

you pretended to watch the monitor

long after it went to sleep

 

everything is monitored

everything is charged to you account

 

your attitude is weighed 

and prorated charges paid to corporate, 

 

whenever your quota 

fails to meet the required ante

 

you are competing for your job 

against an AI called AL

 

he just texted you, 

 

says you are stupid, 

slow and lazy

 

you answer quickly, 

you left out crazy... 

 

and shutdown his panic button, 

he switches off.

 

your wallet texts your palm pilot 

and says you're fired

 

 

 Fuggem!

Another day, another job

 

C2

 

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