There is a line up to the office
You wait for your turn patiently with thirty others
There are cameras that slide around the room taking time to zoom in on everyone
No one talks
only fake smiles and nervous eyes
what are we all waiting for
You've been stuck in line for weeks now and finally it is your turn
but you can't remember now your useful anymore
The door opens
before you walk through you slap your leather cheeks in a attempt to wake yourself up
The inside of the office is crowded
filled up to the brim with people dressed in dull black and white uniform
You look down at yourself and see that you are wearing a purple dress
Clearly over dressed you look about the room
glaring in the robot eyes
you notice you're safe
these patterned people will be removed first
You'll live to see another day
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