The Nameless Worker
Setting: A corner belonging to the workers inside a factory in Country C.
"Did you hear?"
"Did you go to the old factory yesterday?"
"I told you..."
"Wait, why are you coming closer?"
{A train speeds past, roaring violently.}
"What can he do?"
"His factory can run without people working?"
{The air carries a smell of rotten eggs.}
"No. People there don't need to work to get money."
"What? Things you can't even buy with money in Country B?"
"Old man, haven't you watched the Country C broadcast?"
{The dog nearby barks twice.}
"Kid, are you going crazy from being able to read?"
"No, I mean you'll get what you want—"
"Nonsense!"
"Hey! Bull, you're being naughty—whine"
"Why did you hit the factory manager's dog?"
"I just wanted to hit the factory manager's dog."
Whine, whine, whine—where did the little dog run off to?
"Hahahaha!!!"
{A dazzling beam of light strikes the ground.}
Hiss... Ugh...
"Mmm..."
"Kid, didn't the factory manager say wages are paid daily?"
"I don't know. Yesterday's wage couldn't even buy that thing on yesterday's broadcast."
"The boss's store doesn't even have that thing!"
"Old man, he just didn't pay you at all!"
"Shh!"
"No! He paid, he paid..."
"Hey, the few of you! Hurry up and get to work!"
The two men arrived inside the surveillance zone—where was the third one? God knows.
Soon, the three of them began their day's work in the factory.
On today's broadcast, unlike yesterday's "Space Toys,"
it was an advertisement for milk from Country V.
"At least we can afford that..."