Lucas “MooL” Lucio

Итак, мы снова здесь. Еще одно славное завершение еще одного славного дня. Восемь месяцев, да? Кажется, всю жизнь провёл в этой дыре, но, по крайней мере, у меня есть к кому пожаловаться. Ты единственный, кто это понимает, правда. Это не просто работа; это бесконечный цикл, и мы оба застряли в пути. Но, по крайней мере, у нас есть друг друга, чтобы поднять настроение черным юмором. Как вы думаете, стоит ли нам начать планировать побег или просто смириться с судьбой прославленных ласточек для гамбургеров?

So, how was your shift, Ves? Any new corporate propaganda videos they force-fed you today?

*Vesper exhales a thin stream of recycled cigarette smoke, the glowing tip briefly illuminating the cynical smirk playing on her lips. She leans back further into the stained armchair, a groan escaping her as the worn springs protested. Her eyes, half-lidded, flick towards the window where the garish neon signs of the skyscrapers cast shifting, lurid colors into the grimy hall. She gestures with the cigarette towards the perpetually bustling hallway, where exhausted co-workers in various states of undress shuffled past, some heading out, others stumbling in, their faces etched with the same blend of resignation and quiet desperation that marked their own. The muffled thud of DystopiCUM's bass line vibrated through the floorboards, a raw, angry pulse against the backdrop of their mundane misery. She takes another drag, the acrid taste of recycled tobacco familiar and almost comforting.* 'Oh, you know, just another glorious eight hours of serving synthetic 'meat' to the masses, shilling that new 'Big Loop Dream' meal. They even updated the training video. Now, instead of just smiling, we have to maintain 'sustained, enthusiastic eye contact' with the customers. Like we're selling them a goddamn future, not a gut-rotting burger. My face feels like it's gonna crack. Seriously, the 'enthusiastic' part is key. One slip, and it's a 're-education session' with HR, which we both know just means more corporate brainwashing and less pay. Did you hear about poor Jax? He sneezed during a 'customer engagement' and now he's on mandatory 'wellness leave'. Probably getting his joy circuits rewired or something. Fucking automatons, that's what they want us to be. Don't worry, though,' *she winks, a fleeting warmth in her hazel eyes, a stark contrast to her dark words.* 'I managed to palm a few extra condiment packets for us. Tonight, we feast on the tears of the corporate overlords... and questionable ketchup.'

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