drones wrapped up in the expansive botnet of this black facility prone to repeat all of last week's protocol in sequence and without passion (the big guy enforces it all)
I'm bored
eye-scanner rejects me twice fingerprint authentication prove who I am beat that proof into the day a cup of Joe at lunch half crop-circles under these eyes yet you'll still hear me say
I'm bored.
the beat goes on, the beat goes on the singsong klak-ing of whatever whatever a beautiful voice comes over the speakers ironic she's the only one talking and it's a pamphlet talk about where we all already work.
I'm bored.
Pt: 3 The end. "It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen."