pixel rust

Plan b

“Something clearly has gone wrong.” she said as the world began to tilt and swirl beneath her feet. She had heard the stories, everyone had, but it was just paranoid people talking. Or Druggies. Only people with something to hide. Not people such as herself.

Meanwhile, an Office Worker somewhere reboots their crashed computer for the fifth time that day.

“Fucking Excel just crashed my computer again.” he says to the cubical next to his.
“I wonder how much data got corrupted that time?” comes the response through the thin carpeted wall.

“Who the fuck cares? I’m hungry, lets go to Applebee’s for lunch. In about now.”

Both men laugh as they grab their Key Cards and walk to the office elevator.