karl3＠writeme.com wrote:
slave boss wants to explore the nooks and crannies of his own office complex
but he is trapped in hyperprison
when wealthy investor's helper comes along to bring him his cigar pity gift, he asks them
slave boss: "oh, you precious worthless pile of worker slime, would you please do me a favor?"
wealthy investor's helper looks at wealthy investor, who looks at slave boss and then back at the helper
wealthy investor's helper: "i'm happy to help out with things, but only for people who don't call me names."
slave boss is taken aback a little but tries to take it in stride, actually quickly forgetting that there was any problem
slave boss: "worker shit like you knows all about traveling the back hallways of buildings like this. i mean, you had to come down here and sneak me these cigars --"
wealthy investor: "why don't you come back later and see if he can ask again"
since he thinks the others are obviously being self-centered pricks, he decides to just imagine he is exploring the nooks and crannies of his criminal empire he still has part of his electronic/hypnotic/ai-driven/pseudo-psychic link to the various surveillance and other electronic equipment, minds of the workers walking the halls, and datacenters, left over from when he used to run everything overtly. but it's very very minimal n-- [has to um uh ends up imagining a lot of it because it learned to forcefully defend itself; careful not to engage any of the parts where recognize that he's him