a crowd of copymachines, military powersuits, and injured children are
running after rebel worker 2 with their arms outstretched and their tongues hanging out rebel worker 2 busts into the dictator prison and slams the door behind him dictator of dictatortopia: “here to the free us? i can give you traffick boss’s closest secrets … !” rebel worker 2 [to traffick boss]: “the entire business is attacking me. what do i do??” traffick boss [folding arms smugly]: “it can tell you’re not me!” traffick boss is sitting next to a lengthy scrawl on the wall describing things that are him and things that are rebel-associated. a cleaning bot — 0912 rebel worker 2: “i need you to tell the business that i am you again.” traffick boss: “great, having my mind read by something that _admits_ its stealing everything i have” 0913 [phone call, very mysterious, id on’t get phone calls] 9/24