June the thirty first

Synopsis: In a near future, Christy recalls how she landed her first job soon after completing a canoeing challenge. She has no regrets about the choices she made professionally but who knows what would have happened if she had moved to Hungary earlier? Certainly the world would be a very different place.

We constantly pursue greatness and push further away the boundaries of things

We strive to meet the expectations of most anonymous interest groups who interact with us daily without necessarily being aware of it

We have a philosophy and a vision

We consider radiance as the center of all the things we do, and we need you to believe that

We embrace the future just as we hugged the past, wittily

We are dedicated and so should you

We run errands and compounds in multiple locations and find it magnificent

We promise we won’t drag you down and will extend the fabric of time

We have no fear and act accordingly

We control the notebook, we passed the Turing test

We can rewire the backbone of reality once every other year

In fact

We have become indistinguishable from magic

We see through the end of time, we manufacture events for everyone to enjoy

We will disappoint you only occasionally, possibly less often than others do

We produce electrolyte and demons, we keep cheques in balance

We are helpless most of the time but contribute to building a better world

We distort relationships, we implement pseudo-transactions, we need you desperately

We have hundreds of corridors in our buildings optimally designed for random encounters

We spin a ubiquitous web that has become your vacation home

We are global as hell, united as we speak, plotting for higher levels of joy

We smile just like you and carry the same DNA on weekdays

We take pride in what we do or we hire someone else

We’re walking a thin line and dreaming of nothing that’s not already there for you to seize

We have stories to sell and a slot to sell them if you so desire

We are lucky you didn’t die

We have more corridors for you to stalk through

An endless maze of non-organic artifice and candid deception

You know when, you know how, so you know the splendor of it all

So lucky you did not die