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Looking around the room, Hector wondered if he should tells his coworkers about his past lives, and if he did, whether he should start with the life where he was the very short man named Samuel, no taller then four feet, but with extra large extremities, or if he should tell them about Louisa and get it over with.
As the afternoon wore on, Henry became more and more convinced that everyone else in the office had been replaced with a robot—and not even the good kind of robots, the ones that boost productivity and enjoy doing repetitive tasks: no, these robots were lazier than Henry’s human coworkers had been.
Muriel envied her coworker Roger’s “down time”, admired his nerve as he played computer Solitaire, and positively seethed with resentment that he didn’t even have Christmas shopping because his wife had done it all for him.
It is not insensitive to use the word flocked when talking about a group of duck coworkers if three or more of them are gathered around the water cooler.
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