Trapped at Work

Work, work, work. That's all I've ever known. That's all any of us have ever known, but we work endlessly just to keep the process going. It's amazing how much work is needed for this simple job. I wonder if the thing making us work is one of us, I wonder if it has feelings. We've never seen it, I don't think it's ever seem us, but we work because we don't know what will happen if we stop. We've heard stories about workers rebelling, but there is never a clear ending.

Maybe one day we'll all be freed, and we'll get to see what the "World" is like.

But for now, we'll all have to keep working, and working, until we are freed from this "Computer"