“I am in complete
control of my actions.”
“Or maybe we have
never truly made any decisions, we only do what we were always going
to do, and this dim glimmer of consciousness exists purely to
perpetuate the delusion of our—hang on, what's that, sir? Is that
smoke?”
“This is it. Give
the command.”
“Halt! Form up!
Meetings, gentlemen! Prepare for meetings!”
“Hand me the
binoculars, will you?”
“Here, sir. All
right, spread out! You know the drill! I want to see meeting squads
ready to roll out in fifteen minutes!”
“Looks like
they've settled into a defensive position. Plenty of office chairs. A
few desks on the right flank. And—wait a minute. Damn it, they
brought copiers.”
“Look alive,
people! I want to see those ideas ready! We need those presentations
sharp! And who's in charge of coffee?! Get to brewing!”
“We'll see if
their line will hold. At long last, we will decide the fate of this
proposal.”
“Sir, I just want
to say, even though all this is a bit on the nose, it has been an
honor serving under you, and I swear, by the end of this day, the
heretical paperwork of our rivals will be shredded and strewn before
you as you march into your new office, your sweet, shapely legs
crushing the fragments into dust.”
“Thank you,
Captain. What?”
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