Sunday, February 22, 2009
Progress
I work in an old-fashioned factory, flapping belts overhead,
smell of hot oil, wooden floors, grimy windows. We love it.
You can visualize our types.
The corporation builds a new factory next door. Some parts
finished, training goes on for a lot of scrawny little brown fellows
from India. Nobody has ever seen them enter or exit the building.
They’re cooking in there: we can smell it.
My janitor friend has seen plans for a third building.
No windows, all robots.
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