Nobody had warned her that the figure to pay attention to when she was being interviewed by Igor, the head of consumer outreach at Renewable Solutions, was not the "thirty or forty thousand dollars" in commissions that he foresaw her earning in her very first year but the $21,000 base salary he was offering, or that a salesman as persuasive as Igor might also be skilled at selling shit jobs to unsuspecting twenty-one-year-olds.
Nobody had warned her that the figure to pay attention to when she was being interviewed by Igor, the head of consumer outreach at Renewable Solutions, was not the "thirty or forty thousand dollars" in commissions that he foresaw her earning in her very first year but the $21,000 base salary he was offering, or that a salesman as persuasive as Igor might also be skilled at selling shit jobs to unsuspecting twenty-one-year-olds.
From somewhere, in college, Pip had gotten the idea--her mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by--that the height of civilization was to spend Sunday morning reading an actual paper copy of the Sunday New York Times at a café.
From somewhere, in college, Pip had gotten the idea--her mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by--that the height of civilization was to spend Sunday morning reading an actual paper copy of the Sunday New York Times at a café.
Self-pity seeped into her, a conviction that for no one but her was sex so logistically ungainly, a tasty fish with so many small bones.
Self-pity seeped into her, a conviction that for no one but her was sex so logistically ungainly, a tasty fish with so many small bones.
"[...] I think only maybe your life revolves too much about men, a little bit, right now."
Pip stared in amazement at this fresh insult.
"[...] I think only maybe your life revolves too much about men, a little bit, right now."
Pip stared in amazement at this fresh insult.
[...] depending on the regulatory weather (not climate but weather, for it changed seasonally and sometimes seemingly hourly) [...]
[...] depending on the regulatory weather (not climate but weather, for it changed seasonally and sometimes seemingly hourly) [...]
[...] Their theory was that the technology-driven gains in productivity and the resulting loss of manufacturing jobs would inevitably result in better wealth distribution, including generous payments to most of the population for doing nothing, when Capital realised that it could not afford to pauperize the consumers who bought its robot-made products. Unemployed consumers would acquire an economic value equivalent to their lost value as actual laborers, and could join forces with the people still working in the service industry, thereby creating a new coalition of labor and the permanently unemployed, whose overwhelming size would compel social change.
part of a labor utopia discussion among some nerds, humorously juxtaposed with Purity doing all the actual cooking labour
[...] Their theory was that the technology-driven gains in productivity and the resulting loss of manufacturing jobs would inevitably result in better wealth distribution, including generous payments to most of the population for doing nothing, when Capital realised that it could not afford to pauperize the consumers who bought its robot-made products. Unemployed consumers would acquire an economic value equivalent to their lost value as actual laborers, and could join forces with the people still working in the service industry, thereby creating a new coalition of labor and the permanently unemployed, whose overwhelming size would compel social change.
part of a labor utopia discussion among some nerds, humorously juxtaposed with Purity doing all the actual cooking labour
Hoping this would make him LOL again
the tragedy of this girl trying to act like she doesn't care what men think of her but, in this passage, is desperately trying to get this older man to like her (it gets even worse when you later find out that he has deliberately targeted her for his own twisted scheme)
Hoping this would make him LOL again
the tragedy of this girl trying to act like she doesn't care what men think of her but, in this passage, is desperately trying to get this older man to like her (it gets even worse when you later find out that he has deliberately targeted her for his own twisted scheme)
[...] he didn't want this to be just another seduction. He wanted her to be the way out of the wasteland of seduction he'd been living in.
sad
[...] he didn't want this to be just another seduction. He wanted her to be the way out of the wasteland of seduction he'd been living in.
sad
[...] Andreas was overwhelmed by the contrast between love and lust. Love turned out to be soul-crippling, stomach-turning, weirdly clasutrophobic; a sense of endlessness bottled up inside him, endless weight, endless potential, with only the small outlet of a shivering pale girl in a bad rain jacket to escape through. Touching her was the farthest thing from his mind. The impulse was to throw himself at her feet.
[...] Andreas was overwhelmed by the contrast between love and lust. Love turned out to be soul-crippling, stomach-turning, weirdly clasutrophobic; a sense of endlessness bottled up inside him, endless weight, endless potential, with only the small outlet of a shivering pale girl in a bad rain jacket to escape through. Touching her was the farthest thing from his mind. The impulse was to throw himself at her feet.
[...] Being an exceptionally bright and receptive little boy, you also already believed in the historical inevitability of the socialist workers' state. [...]
just thought this passage was funny
[...] Being an exceptionally bright and receptive little boy, you also already believed in the historical inevitability of the socialist workers' state. [...]
just thought this passage was funny