20180429

Day 1,329

Everyone thinks that movie projectors run by themselves and that all us guys do is push the "GO" button to make the movies run but they couldn't be more wrong. They don't know what kind of creature we've got locked up there, its mouth a gaping hole we pour films into and its eye - a glowing orb that shows it all in perfect clarity for the enjoyment of the unsuspecting masses.

There isn't even a name for their species but the older screen jockeys like myself have always known them as Hollies (named after Hollywood, of course). Now, we never tried to talk to them or figure out if they had a language or anything like that - it just wasn't the Done Thing. These days all the younger jockeys seem to do between films is interfere with the status quo.

There's the unspoken rule that you keep your time with the Hollies to a minimum, feed and clean them quick as can be and then leave at the end of your shift with everything intact. The number of times I've had to drag newbies and trainees alike away from the Hollies before they lose a limb is just bloody ridiculous.

It's like they've got no sense of self preservation, like they think the Hollies give a rat's arse about their situation. They claim its slavery to keep an intelligent species captive and make them work for no wage but what would a Hollie even do with money? What were they actually designed for before we found them?

Everyone's content to partake until they find out where it all comes from.

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