The Overseers
You arrive at the factory, in the office wing. Here hundreds of cubicles fill a large square room, with workers on computers for ten hours a day. You are one of these workers, and you walk down the line to your workspace, and power up the computer, logging in to the central database.
Your job is simple: to organize workers' profiles to different jobs in the database based on their Placement Test score. Everyone takes the test when they're eligible, which is eighteen years old. Those who scored high were placed in a low-risk job, and those who scored poorly were placed in a high-risk job: "factory technician", as it's called. You don't know what happens to people when they get this job, nor have you seen the factory itself. You scored higher than average on the test and were given a great job that you're happy with. But sometimes you can hear the screams of factory workers through the walls. And it chills you to the bone.
The time passes by like nothing happened. All you do is click and drag with the mouse. Click and drag, click and drag, click and drag. Click and drag profiles into the appropriate job folder in the database. You don't mind it too much, although it can get quite tedious after several hours. Then again, you don't know if you'll miss the bus stop tomorrow, the next day, or months from now. They say you'll disappear if you miss the bus. You'll get replaced with someone who is on time.
A loud alarm beeps, indicating it's time for lunch. You get up from your desk like everyone else and walk single file into the mess hall. Cameras in each corner of each hallway and room watch for anyone who steps out of line. Hopefully you'll be able to talk to Cody today.
Your job is simple: to organize workers' profiles to different jobs in the database based on their Placement Test score. Everyone takes the test when they're eligible, which is eighteen years old. Those who scored high were placed in a low-risk job, and those who scored poorly were placed in a high-risk job: "factory technician", as it's called. You don't know what happens to people when they get this job, nor have you seen the factory itself. You scored higher than average on the test and were given a great job that you're happy with. But sometimes you can hear the screams of factory workers through the walls. And it chills you to the bone.
The time passes by like nothing happened. All you do is click and drag with the mouse. Click and drag, click and drag, click and drag. Click and drag profiles into the appropriate job folder in the database. You don't mind it too much, although it can get quite tedious after several hours. Then again, you don't know if you'll miss the bus stop tomorrow, the next day, or months from now. They say you'll disappear if you miss the bus. You'll get replaced with someone who is on time.
A loud alarm beeps, indicating it's time for lunch. You get up from your desk like everyone else and walk single file into the mess hall. Cameras in each corner of each hallway and room watch for anyone who steps out of line. Hopefully you'll be able to talk to Cody today.