It's Been A Rough Month

“Is this the process now? A constant cycle of breaking and repair?”

“You said that last time.”

“Was that you? That conversation took place outside my head?”

“Don't lose focus. We're almost ready.”

“Too late. It's lost. I'm done. Go ahead and fix it, I'll just sit here. If you feel the need to report me, I understand. Man, this sand feels nice. Isn't it just broken rocks? Let everything break, I say. It's going to break anyway. No point fighting it. Look at this! Look at all this! This is harmony. The sea and the sky. Nothing to fall apart. No goal. We're aberrations. We shouldn't be here. All of our plans. Pointless.”

“There. Keep an eye on this dial. Call me if there's trouble.”

“Sure. I'll just lie back and, hey, I can still reach the button. Just swing my arm like so. Boom. But what's going to break first? The machine? Me? The sky? Oh, he left. On to the next repair. Fighting that entropy. Whatever.”

“Oh by the way...”

“Gah!”

“...they said you're doing a great job, keep it up. Here's your bonus. See you later.”

“Dammit. Stupid incentives.”