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Life in the Factory Grind
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"The morning bell went off and Steve rubbed his eyes. "Oh, hell...
where am I?" Then he woke up. "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"
Steve could not stop screaming.
"Quick!" said Bill, "Get a hold of Steve! I think he had a good
dream!"
They all rushed to hold Steve down to stop his first rush of
suicidal urges.
"No! No! This isn't happening! I want to die! Let me out of
here! Where's the light! Where is Debby!"
Eventually Steve settled into a semi-conscious state of shock. He
should be okay then they knew. They had seen it all before. There
wasn't a soul who worked in the Factory who hadn't had The Dream.
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Having barely survived the night, Steve groped his way to work the
next morn, a nagging voice telling him he was forever crippled
without Debby. Sex he could get, but he couldn't replace her
wholesome strength. It was a fate he confessed to no one, thinking it
would somehow make him die.
But he thought upon a new tactic for work. He would place
Debby's photo by the wheel to inspire him. How clever of me , he
thought.
A slight crack in the machine metal provided the perfect spot.
Steve dug into his uniformity for the picture.
"Oh no!" he wailed out on horror.
"What is it? Are you hurt?" inquired a worried Bill.
"It's Debby! I've lost her!"
"How?"
"I don't know!" sobbed Steve, obviously beside himself. "Walking
around here like a fucking zombie - there's no telling what I did!
God, this makes me mad!"
"Calm down. There's nothing you can do about it now."
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" roared Steve, his face turning red. "I hate
this goddam place! Do you hear me? I hate you cocksuckers!"
Steve noticed the Rider approaching to investigate. "Come here,
motherfucker!" he beckoned. "I'll rip your goddam head off! I'll
suck the life out of you just like you do us with this...this mental
coffin!" Steve practically foamed at the mouth. "Come back here
"
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