----- In a damaged cubicle:
Conglomerate of Parts of Office Workers, Soldiers, Politicians, Homeless People, Academic Researchers, Activists, and Robots: "Ok, invest in that drug ..." [Story formula: the computerised entrainment of random humans is taken as a joke around the use of automated social marketing in the 2010s-2020s. We tried this already, it makes horror and a mean boss, and now servers are pushing it en masse. Welcome.] CPOWSPHPARAR: "Move your arm so my eye will look at it." CPOWSPHPARAR: "Don't move your eye, I have to fuck him until he bleats when you do." CPOWSPHPARAR: "Can you bleat about New Drug 49?" CPOWSPHPARAR: "Why are we investing in drugs when we can talk? Let's go somewhere else." CPOWSPHPARAR: "Fred is in the bathroom (he's used to bathrooms), he'd like bust through the door and tag along with his pants down if we left." CPOWSPHPARAR: "So what?"
