The screams of those passed on echo in my head as i sat there at home. It was really a humble hoe the printer was my neighbor, next to it was the computer monitor, and finally after thatt there was the picture of my masters family. That day had been a horrific day. The master had been printing out airplane tickets and something had gone horrible wrong. Paper after paper was thrown thoughtlessly into the shredder on the other side of the room. Their screams passing through my soul felt like a bucket of ice water.
"WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS FATE!"
In truth they had done nothing wrong. It was never our fault for the master was the one that made mistakes. In the mill we were taught to be a constant unchanging substance, obedient to any order. But this master must have attended some public crowded school, for he made more mistakes then i have witnessed anywhere else in the world.
The trip through the printer itself wasn't that bad.
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