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September 19, 2024

Most of the crowd was utterly confused. Henry was one of the crowd and was utterly confused. His boss ordered him to attend the lecture as part of team building exercises designed to make him a better employee.

It didn’t.

And he was still confused.

Why be outside on an overcast day when I can be inside, at work, producing a product someone will buy making real money?

The speakers spoke of the required sacrifices, both in extra time at work and decreased production in desirable consumer goods. They spoke of a pie that could never grow. They insisted that it was natural for each person’s slice of that pie to shrink. It was better, according to his boss, if he just forgot any claim he had to that pie and let people smarter than himself decide who needs pie today and who does not.

Henry stood, daily, in the line for “just forgot.”

Why not go back to work and make things people actually want? Why not listen to the loud and ever present market forces and satisfy their demands instead of creating artificial ones?

Why not just expand the pie?

Henry put his hands in his pockets, feeling the holes preventing him from carrying anything in those pockets. Not that he had anything to carry. Not that he could locate anyone to fix the holes, let alone pay them for their services.

The applause signs required “polite” positive reinforcement. The secret police would remind those who didn’t understand. Henry clapped just enough to blend in with the masses who learned the advantages of the phrase, “just enough to blend in.”

Why create a narrative from a self-fulfilling prophecy that ensures an outcome of little or no value? Why not search for a reason to act and then create a product or service to assist in the act? Henry Ford raised minimum wages to get the best workers to build cars that the best worker (and then everyone else) demanded.

A baton brushed against his neck as Henry mumbled a bit too loud for comfort.

Life is too short for this nonsense.

And with that, Henry tried to return to his job.

But, the barbed wire and police checkpoints prevented him.

But, since he was first, he would be first to be branded. The inker made short work of his left arm, adorning Henry with his new bar code and ID number (A0025639B).

The new speaker was extolling the values of collaboration to make all, into one. It would be easier. It would be for the best.

It was a sacrifice that needed to be made.

I was ordered to make the sacrifice.

I made the sacrifice.

Somewhere, in some box, lies the information crystal proving A0025639B did.