The Efficiency of Zero
The room was white. The walls were white, the floor was white, and the light that descended from the invisible ceiling was a sterile, shadowless white. There were no clocks, for time was measured only by the rhythm of the belt. Worker 734 stood at Station 12. His task was simple: when the red light flashed, he pressed the brass lever. When the green light flashed, he released it. A small,...
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