Some years into fighting against the job zombies, my girlfriend and I managed to stay safe in our own fortress. We managed to survive every physical attack so far, but now they were trying to use political will.
They gathered and rallied outside the fortress, giving speeches on how great work is and how it's better than anything else in life and how man needs work. It seemed everyone was into this, laymen and philosophers alike. They cheered and cried with emotion.
We peeked through the crenels of our fortification down at them. They were just as ridiculous as ever. Their cries and cheers just sounded like droning zombie moans to us. We went back inside.
We didn't only have physical fortifications, but also ones that protected against sound. Together, we got back to enjoying the art of those who still dared to dream, who still dared to fight against the notion of being turned into a job zombie.
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