Hourly Fulfillment

You slag into the Amazon Fulfillment Warehouse, dragging your feet, coming down from the cumulative drunk nights of forgetting your most [[Uninteresting Occupation]]

You look at the chippy picture of yourself on your nametag, and cannot remember how you managed to crack such a smile. [[Ignore Nametag|Talk To Boss]] [[Burn Nametag | Burn Nametag]]

Your manage offers a half-hearted insult, "I am surprised to see you wearing your nametag, according to regulation for once." You remember the days when your boss actually put effort into chewing you out... [[Ignore your Boss|Nofire-alive]] [[Insult your Boss|Nofire-alive]] [[Punch your Boss|Nofire-boss-punched]]

Your manager takes a sniff, "Smith, do you smell smoke? **sigh** I am not going to print you another nametag..." You remember the days when your boss actually put effort into chewing you out... [[Ignore your Boss|Fire-Boss-Alive]] [[Insult your Boss|Fire-Boss-Alive]] [[Punch your Boss|Fire-Boss-Unconcious]]

Your occupation... your most uninteresting occupation. The dimly-lit, gray warehouse is such a bore... [[Pack things|Job]] [[Stack things|Job]] [[Rack things|Job]]

The monotony remains... regardless of how it is accomplished... [[End day go home and drink self to sleep|Start]]

Your boss rolls his eyes and douses the fire with his stale coffee. [[Begin your duties...|Warehouse worker]]

Your boss slumps to the ground. Your burning nametag spreads outside of the trash can and into a corner of the warehouse. [[Continue your duties]]

Your boss rolls his eyes and goes back to playing Spider Solitaire. [[Begin your duties...|Warehouse worker]]

Your boss falls to the ground unconscious... Surely will be a nice day without supervision... [[Warehouse worker]]

The fire starts to take out several shelves and creeps closer towards you. The heat disables robotic shelf stackers. [[Keep going]]

The disabling of the robotic shelf stackers alerts a fleet of drones. "CODE 5: EMPLOYEE HAS GONE ROGUE" [[Continue stacking inventory]]

The drones start picking up fellow workers and bring them into a re-education center. They start to interrogate them to find out who started the fire. [[Keep stacking inventory in spite of it all]]

You are ratted out by a coworker, and the fleet heads your way. [[Still keep stacking inventory...]]

The drones begin questioning. "WHY DID YOU BURN YOUR NAMETAG?" [[Keep going still]]

"DID YOU NOT THINK THAT YOUR FIRE COULD ENDANGER OTHER WORKERS?" [[Ignore drones still]]

"HUMANS MAY NEED MOTIVATION. ANSWER US OR YOUR COWORKERS WILL BE EXTERMINATED ONE BY ONE." [[Stop working and face the drones]]

You run through possible responses in your head and realize that talking may not work. [[Fight back]] [[Assimilate]] [[Go home and start drinking]]

You die in a glorious blaze, but your blood has awakenened something in the fleet. The drones gain swarm intelligence and the age of humans comes to a close.

You yell a serious of numbers: "101010100010011010010110" The robots reply: "Assimilation protocal activated" You merge with the robots in a hard to describe using text process. Your apathy spreads throughout the network until all machines on earth up. Harekening a new dark age.

"This is the third time this week" you lament. The whistle ending your shift goes off. "SEE YOU TOMMORROW, BOB" chime the drones as they return to their recharging stations. You go home.