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   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?"