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66.06.14 04:20
From: The Board
To: You
Dear valued BLOOM employee,
Hey friend! We hope this finds you awesome. We sure are. The quarterly report just came in, and boy, it was a good one. Species count UP! Biomass UP! O2 levels UP! Everything was looking just peachy.
And then came the last dataset. Employee happiness levels. Down. Down? DOWN!?!
Look, we know there are lots of rumours flying around about a mysterious illness circulating around the company. A disease that melts your brain or whatever. Friends. Be real. Don’t you trust us? Don’t you think that if there was an uncontained, unknown, and untested disease spreading through a company, the workers wouldn’t not be the unfirst not to unknow?
Just joking. But seriously. Cheer up. Loosen up. Let off some steam. To help you forget all about these stupid conspiracy theories, we’re adding a little gift to your wallet. You should have it by now. We just wanted to say thank you for killing it once again. And here’s to another quarter of BLOOM!!!
Your ever-grateful friends,
The Board.
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66.06.14 23:33
From: You
To: The Board
Hey fuckheads,
An extra .001 in my wallet? Big whup. What can that get you? I remember when morale used to be high and we pulled as a team. But that was a long time ago. Since then, things have definitely changed for the worse.
Targets got increasingly hard. Surveillance sprouted up everywhere. Managers were more bullish. The vibe got way less chill. And then out of nowhere, the Fear started creeping in. Rumours, whispers about what happened if you fucked up and missed your daily quota or something. Camps way out in the bush, off-grid, far enough away that no one can hear you. Training, they called it. Re-programming, more like. That’s the beauty of owning your own workers.
But who am I to complain? I signed the contract like everyone else. When there’s no jobs and it’s either join the army or join a gang then this cool new company shows up offering healthy pay packets and benefits for you and your family? Well, anyone’d be a sucker to turn that gift down. Maybe I was scared. Who wouldn’t be? A 2-year-old kid. Wife pregnant. Job at the hospital not paying enough to put food on the table. No question.
So here we are. Masters of our own destiny. Working our fingers to the bone to scratch a living from the hard earth just like our ancestors and their ancestors before them. I’m rambling. Whatever. These ramblings are the only place where I’m free.
With love and utter subjugation,
Employee 531.448
