No More Weekends

Dark visions of a near future, one in which you never leave your workplace. "The computer turns itself on every morning. I only know it's morning by the light level in my cubicle. Its walls stretch to the ceiling where a bulbous crosshatch of lights brightens then fades to mark the passage of time.

I have never been out of my cubicle.

It has been my workspace and my home for as long as I can remember. When I'm not sleeping, I'm working.

I have three minutes to get in my chair and log into the system.

I know what happens if I don't."