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deep, undesirable tread marks. The sound
bounced on and off the bleached white walls
of the cavernous, crowded, but otherwise
deadly quiet hall like office that he was sitting
in.
This office sat on the top of a towering, grey
concrete-built skyscraper that was placed in
the middle of the city, looming over the
thousands of individuals and vehicles that
buzzed around its foundations; working
tirelessly to support the infinite and merciless
needs of the wires that kept Sam and his
colleagues’ society up right.
He glared at the numbers in the Excel
window that sank in the white HD screen in
front of him, this was enclosed by the thin,
pitch-black plastic rectangle that was
ubiquitous to all the other hundreds that were
ranked up in tight rows all across the room.
Something was wrong, he knew it – someone
had fucked up.
After he had counted up everything again he
