Plants were slowly swallowing the factory, giving him almost enough cover to hide from the worker drones that had been searching for him for little over a year now. They were supposed to give up after thirty days, according to the scrawled messages he'd read in the countless secret caches that other escaped employees had left behind.
They hadn't anticipated an update.
Corporate decided that every worker was precious enough to happily waste a small army's worth of drones hunting them down so that they can return to their scheduled lives. Gradually over the months he'd managed to catch one or two of them off guard and reduce the army to a small squadron but it still wasn't safe for him to venture out into the open.
So he fled from one outdated and abandoned to the next, never staying for more than a few hours and only sleeping enough to keep on going. He could take the day off when the drones did, his own little joke to make light of the otherwise bleak situation.
You found humour wherever you could and prayed it'd help you see another day.
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