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.