The Bureaucracy of Extinction
(New York Satire Style) The Department of Planetary Disposal was located in a building so vast that the elevators required their own passports. It was a cathedral of beige carpets, humming fluorescent lights, and the smell of stale coffee and old ink. Arthur Pringle was a Level 4 Clerk, a man whose entire existence was defined by the precise alignment of staples and the correct shade of manila...
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