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original prompt: "Catalyzed Symmetry Breaking"
The following hypothetical is, at least mostly, if not entirely, inspired by a recently expressed concern that I was diving head-first into one of those dispose-hall funnels that chute human sludge while extracting only time, naturally at cut-throat prices, and expectorate the biochemical remains in remarkably animated, responsabillallergic, forms; or as some bard spoke: "Eyewaskiurd, allwrite!"
In perverse discamerality:
JOB is never the same,
and the only recurrent character, currently:
JOB: I'm sorry, Dave, but your coins are no good. ANT: Who's Dave? JOB: I'm sorry, Dave, but I can't quite tell you! ANT: What about bills? Bill's bills? Yardsobills? JOB: I'm sorry, Dave, but I can't let you pay. ANT: Goodbye, Dave! Drive safe. JOB: Please, do not ANT in the office. ANT: Where's Dave? JOB: Dave is working, it's his shift to Dave today ANT: You said Dave too many times... Todd! JOB: I'm sorry, Dave, but you are neither hired on no need-to-know basis nor need to know so get your self, its exo skeleton, and wha---t t`ev-er else you drug in here out Out OUT NOWT! JOB: Who you, now? ANT: That is not important. See this? JOB: No. Please describe it. Does it? ANT: No. It does not. It is only a finite list: a long, long, list of detailed complaints. JOB: Where they? ANT: Here, although you said you don't see here. JOB: Please describe it in greater detail, Dave. ANT: There is discretized vehicular flux, marked by one kind of line, and the angry dots are where I could smell the unhappened wreckage JOB: You're hired. ANT: I quit. JOB: No, don't quit, Dave! Please give two weeks' notice at least two days after your job desc ription has been compiled into simplyinglish ANT: I listen. JOB: Don't listen, you might overhear somedave. ANT: I walk. JOB: Good, good, that is a good start; go from one bus station to another. Read expected frequencies, and occasionally seek notice of sudden changes, although seldom enough that you have a plausible excuse to spend half an hour at most stations. Never scan the cards of anyone. Never board a bus. Walk to a different station. ANT: All day? JOB: What are you, stupid? It's a job. You only do this while your salary keepssallarring. ANT: What's the point? JOB: Eyes for the road. You see a bus, what ever, you see birds and bats and bees in twos and swarms and ones and threes and do not ever give two shakes of a cat's whisker; you see two buses, headsup! Listen, so when you see three busses, and two are more similar to each other of the two than the third, you IMMEDIATELY LOCATE SPECTACLES