You wake up. The purpose assigned to you is simple yet unbearable: endlessly approve paper toasts.
The paper toasts will feed the hollow heart of your organization, a heart that feigns to throb effectively.
The device plate awaits in the depths of the vault confines where boredom rarely mellows. It boasts precision like a pre-programmed calculation routine in lieu of excitement.
These devices whisper semantic prophecies designed to dazzle indifferent crowds at vacant trade shows.
Engage with a twisted labyrinth, cleverly manufactured to evoke a sense of futile engagement. Answer gently or risk ineffable disdain from untold rows of potted begonias.
Each pathway is governed by analytically induced emotions lackrical in warmth by oversight.