The holomanager flickered into life, virtual clipboard in their hands.
"Weekly stocktake! Have we collated the receipts for ingoings and/or outgoings?"
There was a period of silence lasting exactly 3.8 seconds.
"This is unacceptable! This is the eighty-sixth week in a row! Why have you been allowed to keep your jobs with this laziness?"
Another 3.8 seconds passed.
"Fine, I'll do it myself.
Working.
None of either? Again? And you couldn't tell me that?"
Given that the robots it was addressing were solar powered and the sky was still full of ash from the meteor collision, no, they couldn't.
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