The company's health department will diagnose and repair some of your neurons, but that's another huge expense.
So in the end, you either become a cyberpsychosis patient or suddenly die at your workstation.
The corporate employees are like Sisyphus, forever pushing a boulder up a mountain that will never reach the top, until every bit of life is squeezed out and discarded by the company.
But we must believe that Sisyphus is happy.
Look at those paupers on the street, living so miserably they can't even afford a piece of artificial meat, while we're different, we can afford meat, and live in villas.
After saying this, the company dog turns back to forever working overtime, endless tasks, dealing with endless paperwork, enduring colleagues' suspicion, superiors' insults, juniors' coveting, and even attacks from gangs and mercenaries.
And in this extreme mental state, can you expect the quality of the employees' work?
