Friday Fiction: Ceiling Men’s Managers
HELLO EVERYONE, may I have your attention, please?! You’ve been patient! You’ve been diligent! You’ve been loyal! Now, for demonstrating such tremendous qualities, such incredible attributes, such unbelievable resolve, you shall be rewarded! Friends, bloggers, Earthlings, lend me your ears! The time has come, yet again, for you to get your proper dose of excitement, adventure, and intrigue! People of the Net, without further delay, I present to you this week’s FRRRRRRRRRRIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY FICTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Sam…
…Sam, play it.
*Cue music.*
Just because we said the next story—this week’s story—would be even weirder than our last, doesn’t mean that it’s going to also be a funny story.
Because this is not. “Ceiling Men’s Managers” is very much not.
This story is absurdism taken in the direction of pure dystopia. A dystopia that runs on one specific question:
“How do you prevent people from seeing what you don’t want them to see?”
Well, you call a Ceiling Man, of course.
But what is that job? What does that mean? CLICK HERE to read about a strange, surreal nightmare of a world.
And should you want a more hopeful future—well, we can show you a story with just that. But you do have to wait a week until next Friday. Sorry. That’s just how this works.
tuning out…
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