Project Sisyphus

No matter how many boxes full of legal agreements we are able to geo-locate, there are always more boxes to be put up in their place. It’s a cruel form of punishment that seems to lack a beginning or an end. The humanity of it all is quite startling. The few tools we possess to keep from going completely mad are strictly regulated by our UP overlords. We can hold conversations with one another, as long as it’s not in a “girlish" tone of voice. We can browse the internet, as long as it is not pornography related (and being the cruel masters they are, the term pornography by their definition is an extremely loose parameter that includes any subject matter of remote interest. My friends… in my struggles to keep sane, I have traveled to the far ends of the information highway and witnessed firsthand the last page of the internet. It is a boring and desolate place. You don’t want to know how to get there, and I don’t want to tell you). Rubber bands, on the other hand, are STRICTLY prohibited out of fear we could use them as firearms, with which it would be possible to overthrow our lords.

Furthermore, our ranks have been infiltrated by a secret society known only as “the reviewers.” Publicly, their job is to sort through the boxes and tag which legal agreements are necessary for us to locate, but we have recently learned more about their clandestine organization. As our mole agent has discovered, “the reviewers” are the eyes and ears of the UP overlords, and their real job entails reviewing our behavior so they can provide their masters with a play by play of our activity. Even though, like Sisyphus, we are charged with a task that by its very nature can never be completed, “the reviewers” have made it their goal to see to it that we never stray from the task or even eke out a crude form of enjoyment from it. Fortunately for our sanity, “the reviewers” are easy to recognize by their old, crusted, and wrinkled appearance and their shrill, squawking voices that are capable of penetrating your skin. Thus we are able to keep our diversions relatively private from their prying eyes.

What our diversions amount to, though, is like a single drop of rain in a desert that stretches wide across the globe. We are slowly going mad in this place, and it’s starting to show.