In a dystopic and futuristic Seattle, a woman is forced to work in an office 24/7. Previously, her beloved family had been recruited by force as well. An extreme hardworking philosophy is the insane new trend, and the whole of civilization follows the same path. A few mysterious characters control the departments; machines and androids carry on the manual chores in the outer world, and the woman soon understands she is not a clerk but a captive and cannot quit anymore. The job consists of impersonating remote avatars to perform dodgy missions, exterminate people among which. The tasks resemble video games except for the fact that, when she makes mistakes, she gets brutally punished through a sort of electroshocks. The woman attempts to flee unsuccessfully and, as a sentence, they lock her in a room and condemn her to capital death. She manages to escape and smells freedom for a while living alone disguised as a robot. She obtains her food by scavenging in the depositories which only operators are uninterested cyborgs. Next, she discerns that some soldiers are after her. Hence, she highjacks an automated taxi and moves to Vancouver where she gets by. One day, she bumps into a real woman who had had the same kind of experience of hers. The latter suggests the woman kill the local bureau receptionists to take their identity but, after having done it, her fellow gets caught and held. Frantic but determined to rescue her only friend, the woman carries on a successful plan and free her mate. They move to Seattle. Back to freedom, the two friends decide to poison the feedstocks aimed at the bureau where the woman had served previously, but they fail and, after a while, the woman’s companion suddenly vanishes. The woman believes the evil characters from the office have kidnapped her friend and writes a threatening message to the department. When she thinks she has made it, she falls into an ambush gets busted...To be continued...
Genre: FICTION / GeneralSomething must have gone wrong in my mind for, one day, I had been locked inside an office and forced to work 24/7 but, strangely, some people think otherwise. My only hope is that some reasonable human beings might read this story of mine because the world around me it’s rotten nowadays.
Everything changes; characters, objects, opinions and, what you give for granted, might dissolve in a blink of an eye one day. The fog made of a vaporized zeitgeist can linger over the village for a few hours, a day at most, but no more than that. Shortly the new-age breeze will recklessly scatter the mist turning it obsolete. The living is a constant reshuffle; brand-new concepts barge in, and the traditional ones that now stink, tomorrow might be revisited, sold as new, and brought back on the counter where the shop owner is expected to sell it. What a better bargain than a chic and shimmering newness. There's no room for the old realm anymore.
I am a con; a job prisoner; a woman forced to work 15 hours a day in an obnoxious and upsetting modern office. The bureau is all twenty-first century, smooth-paneled, freezing-laminated surfaces, roasted dust smell in the air, clickety-clack processor fans, your mouth bittered by the sterile air-conditioned space, one hundred shades of dull blushes and bleak drabness. This place routinely injects lots of misery into the high number of employees’ veins. I cannot escape! They have their means to retain you here. Though, the worst of all is that the contemporary civilization tolerates it. What once sounded as ludicrous is now accepted by a society made of meek gone gaga dwellers.
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French
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Romain Egio
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Tauan Costa
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Spanish
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Translated by Sarai MG
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