Science-Fiction / 2500 words // An Orwellian tale about freedom and what it means to be human.
As someone who has worked in a factory, office, and retail, I sometimes wonder if boredom from monotony and dread from the “never-ending grind” are legitimate feelings or a sign that we as humans have gotten lazy. Most of the time I don’t think we’re lazy. I believe there should be more to life than working to survive. But then I look at wild animals who spend all of their life just surviving without experiencing existential dread, and it makes me wonder if I’m just spoiled.