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66.09.20 04:20
From: The Board
To: You
Dear valued BLOOM employee,
Hey friends,
We want to take this opportunity to emphasize how much we are against exploitation. It kinda goes against everything we stand for. As a company, we are committed to treating our employees like brothers and sisters in one big family.
Together, we do amazing things. Working together, we change the world. Not by exploiting each other but by empowering one another to be the best versions of ourselves that we can possibly be.
Because when we’re at our best, literally nothing can stop us. Anyone accusing this company, your dear board members, or anyone at BLOOM, of exploiting their teammates and fostering a culture of oppression and intense victimisation can just fuck the fuck off right now.
Yours, as ever,
The Board.
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66.09.20 23:32
From: You
To: The Board
Dear Masters,
What a beautiful location. An old ranch house with triple balconies waiting for me at the end of a wide track with split log fencing bordering both sides.
Green pastures rolled away like waves on my right which lapped up the flanks of gunmetal mountains. A babbling brook cut across the track and I drove over a humpback bridge, under a sign saying Triple Horseshoe Ranch.
I met 671.702 in one of the sheds out back. He was cleaning the stables and his uniform was was covered in bits of straw and splash marks of shit. While I interviewed him, he chewed his nails and there were little half-moons of dirt and shit on his teeth.
I instinctively licked my lips and put my hand up to my mouth, but he took no notice and just chomped away, telling me how last week, when they’d been branding the calves, he’d seen some weird-ass shit.
When you give the calf its shots, when you brand them, you pinch the skin to make sure it doesn’t go in the muscle. But this time it felt different, kinda hard and bumpy like it was full of tiny ball bearings.
There he was trying to figure it out when the dams got out of their pen and forced their way down the chute and into the crush and began stampeding their own calves to death.
He showed me a deep freeze in the corner and lifted its lid. Inside was a calf that looked like it had been put through a terrible grinding machine. He pointed to part of it. I made out a skull. He put his finger in one of the holes and when it came out, it was covered in a black, treacle-like substance.
Employee 531.448
