Employees - a Workplace Novel of the 22nd Century

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“Since I was brought here I've been convinced that I'm dead, but that in my particular case they've made an exception and allowed me to stay in the simulation. I'm like a plant where everything's withered away apart from a single green shoot that's still alive, and this shoot is my body and mind, and my mind is like a hand, it touches rather than thinks.”

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“The fragrance in the room has will and intention. It's the smell of something old and decomposing, something musty. It's as if the smell wishes to initiate the same process in me: that I become a branch to break off, rot and be gone.”