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I can feel them staring at me right now. Their looks burn me like a high dosage of ultra violet radiation. I want them to stop. I want to get out of here but I can't - not yet. My desk is a sole chaos. Somebody called it a mess but I won't go this far right now. Files mix up with photos, hardcopies of source-code, newspapers and finally this book that seems to be the whole cause of it all. But i can't open or even touch it right now. Still, there are all the others staring at me. Waiting for me to produce another amusing sentence or action.

Or maybe they are waiting for my boss to throw me out. After my dispute with him yesterday they seem to be quite sure that my place here won't be occupied any longer than it takes the boss to prepare my discharge papers and show me the door. If they knew...It is 1 o'clock now. I have been randomly staring at all the places on my table since 9. Still, their looks burn me. Still, the time consumes me each second. I don't want to live with all this. I want to be out. And that is exactly what I am going to do. My boss didn't show up yet. The others have gone over to talk about their missing piece of advice. Their everyday blessing.

It won't come, it wont happen. I pack my stuff, actually not much, and fetch the book. I push the button inside my case, close it, reset the code and leave it under my desk.

I head to the elevators, their amazed looks follow me step by step. No one talks to me. No one ever talks to me, except my boss, but he resorted to yelling most of the time. No one ever talks to me. I'm a lonely wolf. I don't need anyone or anything. This is the last day in this fucking pot of ignorance, hatred, violence and betrayal. I'm leaving and I will never come back.

Their eyes don't let me off until I enter the elevator and go down to the lobby. I can't describe the relief when the doors close in front of my eyes.

I'm on the street when it happens. The 33rd floor bursts into pieces. I can see the bodies of my former colleagues blown through the windows. The rear section of the building cracks under its own weight and the 123st floor begins it's descent to ground level. It crashes right into the mall. I guess there have been thousands obeying to consume now, wandering through the halls without ever actually knowing what they are supposed to buy. Actually waiting for someone to tell them to. Poor beings, at last they are free now.

The 32nd level and everything underneath still stands. A few people start storming through the front doors of the lobby. This is when the second charge detonates. Blood pours on the street companied by pieces of bone and brain.

I have to go now because in another five minutes the third one will blow the whole quarter. Time to look for a nice place to hide. Somewhere out in the Mountains where no bureaucratic schizophrenatics would bother me anymore.