The Employees

by Olga Ravn

You’d probably say it was a small world, but not if you have to clean it.

Every time I try to make a safe place for myself somewhere, I find death to be there.

This is not a human, but a coworker.

We don’t fly under a sky here, but through a slumbering infinity.

I may have been made, but now I’m making myself.

Maybe the humans are that very element of chaos that keeps the world alive.

Everyone’s aware of what’s coming, but no one knows what to do with themselves. All we can do is wait. None of us can understand that time is going to cease. It’s generous of you to carry on your work until the last, until the bitter end.

for real. this is only thing employees can do while the stakeholders and management making chaotic plans/changes. we have no power and it's suck.

Am I cast in the program like a rose in glass?

Everyone’s fighting for their own survival, you can’t hold that against them.

You say I mirror back at them the missions of my coworkers. But now it’s you who are mirroring me. Mirroring back at me the person I’ve been on board the ship. Reflecting what I gave and returning it like a beam of light.

ai mirroring human. human mirroring ai. then the originals gone.