I can't go home until computer processes are completed, sitting at work 40 minutes after time to go home, waiting for the computer. My attention is undivertable as i stare at the copy progress meter stuck at 64%, office keys in hand, subway token prepared to give its life. The rack mounted lights hypnotize me as i attempt to communicate with the outside world. My host body is glued to an uncomfortable chair that fails to improve posture when pulling the pump tab that quickly shrinks my height by 24 inches and leaves me noding with my nose.

I am not getting any food or water, the swivel chair plastic floor-mat looks cold and harsh, and the computers have no pity on biological mishaps such as humans. I'm gonna break free ..or die trying.

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