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Comrades! Consumers! The Factory would like to absolutely and categorically apologize for the complete failure of its staff to function in any reasonable capacity during the events of the week before last. Rest assured there were severe external influences disrupting the capabilities of its current outlet and staff body and the appropriate reprimands and restorative programs are currently being undertaken.
We would like to take this moment to reassure all our customers that this was an isolated incident and the recent decline in behavioral standards which the Factory requires of it's work force will definitely not be continuing. Despite the mitigating circumstances of this particular collapse of professionalism, we are ensuring that our staff attend a rigorous program of retraining and customer service specialization, to ensure the highest possible service for you! Our valiant and valued brothers and sisters, still living the immaculate dream of the blossoming consumer!
Comrades, let us never lose sight of the great glories of possession and obedience, above and beyond the frailty of our rotting bodies and fleeting allegiances, our broken hearts and our unfulfilled dreams, our dead parents and our meaningless names. Comrades, history is dead and the barge is its tomb. Nothing here has meaning, nothing here survives the ever strengthening vortex of it's function. Comrades, the phrase: "You can't take it with you when you go." no longer applies, because there is nowhere else to go! Forget your outdated notions of family and faith and freedom because all your abstract concept riches are back where you came from and you can never leave this place. Here, it doesn't matter how beautiful your wife is or how intelligent your beloved children are, or how fulfilling you find your job, because none of them exist anymore. Here? The winner is the man with the most stuff. Here, the only things left in the universe that will last, are possessions, and obedience.
Newcomers, welcome to the Barge.
This is an official Factory announcement, there are no golden shores.
Prefect
A+920164626P
[ooc: Annnnd we're back in action! Huzzah! Prefect has been doing some serious thinking and re-educating himself over the last week, this is his eventual response to the last flood!]
We would like to take this moment to reassure all our customers that this was an isolated incident and the recent decline in behavioral standards which the Factory requires of it's work force will definitely not be continuing. Despite the mitigating circumstances of this particular collapse of professionalism, we are ensuring that our staff attend a rigorous program of retraining and customer service specialization, to ensure the highest possible service for you! Our valiant and valued brothers and sisters, still living the immaculate dream of the blossoming consumer!
Comrades, let us never lose sight of the great glories of possession and obedience, above and beyond the frailty of our rotting bodies and fleeting allegiances, our broken hearts and our unfulfilled dreams, our dead parents and our meaningless names. Comrades, history is dead and the barge is its tomb. Nothing here has meaning, nothing here survives the ever strengthening vortex of it's function. Comrades, the phrase: "You can't take it with you when you go." no longer applies, because there is nowhere else to go! Forget your outdated notions of family and faith and freedom because all your abstract concept riches are back where you came from and you can never leave this place. Here, it doesn't matter how beautiful your wife is or how intelligent your beloved children are, or how fulfilling you find your job, because none of them exist anymore. Here? The winner is the man with the most stuff. Here, the only things left in the universe that will last, are possessions, and obedience.
Newcomers, welcome to the Barge.
This is an official Factory announcement, there are no golden shores.
Prefect
A+920164626P
[ooc: Annnnd we're back in action! Huzzah! Prefect has been doing some serious thinking and re-educating himself over the last week, this is his eventual response to the last flood!]
Private
Date: 2009-02-24 06:50 pm (UTC)Prefect, you're not happy, even 'with' the Factory. Who's to say that some change won't help?
Private - Sorry Ros, you're getting an ANGST SPEECH!
Date: 2009-02-24 07:11 pm (UTC)Just so I can be stuck somewhere I don't belong and not have anything left to give anything I do meaning and not even know what I am anymore?
Everyone here thinks the Factory is so terrible, everyone just acts like I'm from somewhere awful, but this is worse! This is so much worse than anything back home. This is the thing at the end of the universe, this is the great, vast, inescapable entity that consumes us and that we are all forced to serve, the barge gives us food, it gives us life, it gives us work, and clothes, and there's no alternative to it anywhere, and it's never ever going to end.
The freedom to be miserable is one thing that this place doesn't take away any more than the Factory could.
Private - Sam... is going to enter self-righteous mode for a bit now :c
Date: 2009-02-24 07:28 pm (UTC)And what were you to the Factory? Nothing. Just like the woman you-- How can you defend--
[After a pause]
I understand that it's home. Home isn't always... people don't always understand what makes it special to you, but when you can't go back, then something has to give before you go completely mad.
I'm sorry. I know this place is... terrible, but it's all we have now. And I believe we CAN make it better.
Private - Prefect is conflicted.
Date: 2009-02-24 09:21 pm (UTC)We just had to serve it. It was for the Factory, and if it was for the Factory, then it was for everyone. If I could ever go back...
...
There are people here, who I think... I'm glad they aren't from where I'm from.
I don't think this place will get any better.
Private
Date: 2009-02-24 10:09 pm (UTC)I--
I think it can. But we'll never know if we don't try.