Chapter 229: Old Monkey Info Service!
This was already Josh's second day here. Well, according to this realm's ti. He was still in his boring cubicle filled with the pictures of a dead man as he typed away relentlessly.
Anyone would have agreed that he fitted incredibly well in the office. The supervisor had praised him a few tis, saying that he was totally born for this. The leader had also agreed that he was killing it.
Their only judging criteria were characters per minute. Compared to the monkeys, Josh's CPM was off the chart! But every ti he got praised for such a aningless thing, he couldn't help but be annoyed.
While typing, he would subtly share ssages with the old man next door. To do so, he had drilled a hole in the cubicle wall to let the sound pass easily between the two of them.
At first, the old man had been completely opposed to it, but Josh had finally managed to convince him. The trick was to position the hole in a way that made it indiscernible from the cubicle entrance.
The bosses were way too proud to enter the gray prisons themselves, and they would prefer to shout orders from the hall angrily. This played to Josh's advantage. His information gathering was going exceedingly well.
He finally understood why there were monkeys even working here at MonkeyEdition: they were desperate. Either they had debts that the company had acquired, or they had families that required the money.
The place was very much like a prison, and the only one that could leave was the Boss. Josh was surprised at how small the managent team was considering the 100 or so typing monkeys.
1. There was the supervisor that was a total piece of shit. He would mostly be spending his days toward the cubicles of the female monkeys. He was a pervert that had used family connections to get the job.
2. Then there was the leader. He treated people better than the supervisor, but he had no tolerance for anyone failing to be efficient. As long as one was "productive" he wouldn't annoy them. His only other hobby was consuming drugs in moderation—Probably to handle the stress.
3. Then there was the Boss. This guy was very rarely seen and was a man with big dreams and an even bigger ego. He was the genius that had co up with the random typing thod. Apparently, it had worked for him once, and he was trying to reproduce it.
These were the three that they had to be careful of. anwhile, these superiors were all trying to kiss the ass of a higher entity: the almighty Literary Association. The company's end goal was to submit a masterpiece that would leave them in awe.
Instead of slowly working on the craft of writing, they preferred to use this thod. How ridiculous! Many had tried changing how things worked over the years, but all had failed. The old man had personally seen many of them have pitiful endings.
Many had ended up getting thrown away with none of their hard work recognized for inciting trouble and insubordination. He kept sighing heavily as he told the story.
He was a treasure trove of knowledge as he was the oldest employee. Sohow, he knew a lot about the rest of the building, even if they didn't have access to it. The passage was blocked by futuristic-looking technology capable of shooting lasers.
In fact, everything in the building was old-school except the security system. It had been especially paid for by the Boss using the profits from his first success. He was hoping for a second success soon to recoup the investnt.
Anyway, there were three central departnts besides theirs:
1. There was the food departnt in charge of providing their daily als. It was always so kind of tasteless paste that was 100% absorbed by one's digestive system, leaving no waste whatsoever.
2. There was also the dical departnt that served to prove that the current work conditions were 'healthy'. It doubled as the legal departnt.
3. There was finally the paper departnt. They took care of the ink and paper along with handling the mail that went in and out of the building.
Both the paper and the food departnt would send soone daily to make sure the typing monkeys had everything they needed.
The old man talked a lot once he beca comfortable. He talked about everything but himself. All that Josh knew was that the man kept calling out to his 'honey' in his sleep.
At so point, Josh lost track of ti. He would spend the whole day listening to the old man's stories and recklessly typing away. He wanted to write sothing that actually made sense but soon realized an issue.
For the job, he had to move his hands way faster than he could coherently construct aningful sentences. It didn't help that he had to carefully press every key, for there was no undo button.
At the beginning of every shift, the supervisor or the leader would pass by to collect their previous work. Every ti, Josh would hand over a dummy manuscript that was complete nonsense.
Whenever they had ti to sleep, he wrote for real instead. Even that had been troubleso. It turned out that the machines were that noisy to keep the monkeys awake since they all lacked sleep.
Josh had to beg the leader for a silent typing machine. The man accepted on one condition: Josh would have to turn up even more characters than the other monkeys. Of course, its cost had to be subtracted from his decade-end bonus.
This was such bullshit! The life expectancy of a monkey went from anywhere from 15 years to 45 years, but on average, 20 years was the average given the lack of sleep. This ant that a monkey could expect to collect it once at best in its life.
They were all earning as best as they could for the people that they loved or all in preparation for the wonderful four days off they had every year. This wasn't a life at all!
Ironically, Josh was living the best amongst all of them, even if he had to type more every day. He was able to type while sleeping, thus making him well-rested. If he wasn't sleeping, he was thinking about what to write for his true story.
He smiled every ti he looked at what he was writing. It was a tale about a man that had nothing but determination who was Climbing a magical Tower. His own life inspired it, but who cared! The monkeys wouldn't know anyway.
Eventually, he did finish it with the most satisfying ending he could think of. He had made the novel very short, using the first 10 Floors as a reference, and made sure to leave it an open ending. This would leave room for a sequel with more Floors.
It was ti to test the waters. As the day began, he handed out his novel manuscript instead of the usual nonsense. He had no clue if this would clear the mission or how the bosses would react if it didn't.
A few hours later, the leader arrived in a rush. "Hurry up and co along. The Boss wants to et you!"
It seed like the mission was progressing…
Creator's Thought
The more I learned about this place and the more I felt that this was all nonsensical. But, even then, they had so very clear organization. This was pure slavery disguised as employnt. It's quite ironic how sotis necessity and responsabilities can force soone more than actual restraints.
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