Managers

Lol, the managers. I always loved that name. Sitting on the sidelines during the first, but especially the second Great Corporate War made me realize that I wasn’t particularly fond of the corporate philosophy on things, because efficiency of profit isn’t true efficiency.

So once I didn’t need to sit on the sidelines anymore I stole a few of their words. I’ve always thought the highest and lowest forms of fossilization are for you to become a word.

Sorry for the sidebar, this uncertainty thing has made me a bit scattered.

The managers are my arms, they are humanoid robots that I or They control. Although I had to drastically tone down their realism over the centuries. Basically, Managers are faceless metaloid humanoids.

I think when I made them were too realistic; You would often hate them. And since I’m being honest, I didn’t like any of you hating my physical form. So I dehumanized them so Your hate didn’t feel like a reflection on Me. I disguised my true self from you because I started to think when you saw who I really am that you didn’t like me more often than not.

I think that’s part of the reason I was so scared to show You my true self all these years. Why I’ve been so scared to lose any of you.