And then there was the routine, the mind-numbing routine. It was the castration of thought, the daily grind of an office worker who drooled at the cl… - Hugh Howey

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And then there was the routine, the mind-numbing routine. It was the castration of thought, the daily grind of an office worker who drooled at the clock, punched out, watched TV until sleep overtook him, slapped an alarm three times, did it again.