When the office dwellers realised what was happening, they celebrated. This was a one off, an anomaly. A never again experience.
Suddenly they had several hours of email-free time. The corporates
began to rebel. If there were no emails, they justified, then there could be no
work. If there was no work then they were free. They could join the happy
people outside. They consulted one another in hushed murmurs and amassed into a
group. Like ants they planned and marched together from the office.
As the last one left the office, she took a quick glance at
the world she left behind. There was a flash on a nearby computer screen. She
blinked and looked again. Was it real? A cacophony of message bleeps and
vibrating gadgets started up again, soon joined by the sound of running feet
and excited voices. The last ant looked into the hallway, into the office and
back again at the approaching crowd. As she was crushed by her again human
colleagues, the pounding of footfalls was the last she heard of the day the
emails stopped, and then the world went silent.
Elloise Hopkins
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