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It's another case of glitchy programming. With the volumes of conversions per day the party was getting sloppy. It was honestly starting to become a hazard. One moment you have a mate next to you working the machine, and the next he gets flashbacks of frappuccinos and white shirts and freaks out. He was so predictable when his subconscious surfaced that it was boring. "What the fuck are you people doing to me? Do you have any idea who I am?" Do you, mate? You're just another one that lost the revolution. One more spin through the conformance programming for you and you'll be back on the floor with the rest of us, though the second time around they tend to wipe everything. I guess if all this becomes unbearable that option is open for all of us. Just another blissful idiot of a worker.

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