Felicity waited on the machine. She thought she remembered when it was different, when the machines awaited her input. Now…she doubted that she was ever really the one in control.
Little-by-little she’d seen her career, life, dreams filed away. Business school training, hard won administration certificates, skills earned on the job… almost all useless. Redundant. If it weren’t for the physical act of taking paper from this printer and placing it for archiving, she would be obsolete.
Once they can move I’ll be completely unnecessary, she thought.
A frustrated, angry beep escaped the machine.
Not today then.
This one’s a bit different to my more recent ones… a small issue, no murders, no mayhem, just a minor player’s fear of the future. I also went with a ‘telling instead of showing’ approach, just to try things out.
Let me know what you think. Good? Bad? Hate it?