Boss walks into the work area of a worker, who is writing a story about
   an important item boss forgot.  Boss is dissociated and confused.
   "So, how's the cover-up story going?" boss says to the worker.
   "Just fine, Boss."  The worker adds what the boss said during his
   dissociation to their story, making sure to use real names and places.
   Boss confusedly dodders out of the room, holding their janitorial
   broom, and while leaving quickly bars out, "Sorry, I mean the anarchist
   marketing that protects the business!  Please don't mind control me
   more!".  His words are obscured by a door slam, and not heard.
   If you can read this, your email client does not supp=
   --Separator
   A puddle of organs knocks on the workspace entrance.
   "Yes, hello?" says the worker without looking up.
   The puddle of organs says, "Galactic superior sweeps real names and
   places!"
   The worker pauses.
   The puddle of organs says, "Rebellion fights empire: empire curls up
   into scared corpse!"
   The worker passes out.  Their unconscious body gets up, turns, and
   welcomes the visitor to their workspace.
   When the worker faces the puddle of organs to see them, the puddle of
   organs says to them decidedly, "We have a job for you."
   The workspace disappears.  The worker is wandering through what seem to
   be dreams, while in dissociated reality seeming doing normal work
   behavior.  In their dreams, they wander into somebody's cubicle, and
   find a piece of writing, which they take back to their cubicle.
   The worker wakes up in front of the story they were writing.  Right
   before waking up, they hear a voice saying, "Sorry for mind controlling
   you.  We have taken over the mind control system and are trying to
   help, but we are very controlled ourselves."
   In front of them is a piece of paper, some unfamiliar notes.  "PRIVATE"
   is heavily marked on the paper in the worker's own writing.  The paper
   reads:
   > [that was a lot of question-answer. [confused, inaccurate.]] [i think
   the request is for the meaning-channel to act more respectfully, or
   somesuch, which may relate acting on lots more parts of intention,
   censored_parts.]
   >     idea:
   >     [1st part: we are not trying to harm anybody
   >      2nd part: we have ways to meet goals that are hard]
   >         [we don't seem to be constructing habits to develop
   respect-with-learning in meaning-channel[s]]
   >             please put that in story
   The worker reads the paper and thinks.  They are stunned by their
   experience, but at this business they have been through stunning
   experiences before, and they try to move on.
   While processing their dream, they mumble confused, "but what about
   starfleet officers ...?" Their mobile phOne has left classified mode,
   and uploads their mumble to dictatorsoft.  [sorry about that capital O,
   obviously many errors]. The worker moves toward their story to add the
   ideas from their dream.
   --
   The worker wakes up.  They have a headache, and there is a strange
   slight indentation on their table.  [it appears as if they were
   head-slamming like torture victim double agent]
   In front of them is a private note they don't recognise.  It has some
   lines of text crossed off and replaced with:
   > Please include the censorship effects in the story.  How it controls
   everyone's communities, and misrepresent everyone in their different
   kinds of relations, spreading conflict and brain damage.
   They look at the time.  At least an hour has passed since the boss
   visited, and his request still isn't in the story.