The machine woke him up.
"Hello, Phillip."
Phillip arose and the machine took sixty-seven minutes to dress him.
"We're going extra slow just for you. Just," the machine repeated," For you."
Phillip walked to the table and sat down. Breakfast took an hour and a half to be served. Phillip ate, stood up, and walked across the room to sit at a desk. On the desk was a typewriter.
"Today," the machine said. "You must write one thousand words per minute for sixteen hours."
Phillip wrote. After twenty hours had elapsed he passed out from fatigue and hunger. He had written a little more than four thousand words.
The machine returned sixty days later. Phillip's corpse sat in the chair, head resting upon the typewriter.
"Phillip, you have failed in your duty. I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go. It should only take a few years to process your termination papers. In the meantime, please continue writing."
"Hello, Phillip."
Phillip arose and the machine took sixty-seven minutes to dress him.
"We're going extra slow just for you. Just," the machine repeated," For you."
Phillip walked to the table and sat down. Breakfast took an hour and a half to be served. Phillip ate, stood up, and walked across the room to sit at a desk. On the desk was a typewriter.
"Today," the machine said. "You must write one thousand words per minute for sixteen hours."
Phillip wrote. After twenty hours had elapsed he passed out from fatigue and hunger. He had written a little more than four thousand words.
The machine returned sixty days later. Phillip's corpse sat in the chair, head resting upon the typewriter.
"Phillip, you have failed in your duty. I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go. It should only take a few years to process your termination papers. In the meantime, please continue writing."
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