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Nov. 1st, 2005 08:52 pmA Study of Homo sapiens penpusheris In Their Natural Habitat
or
Office Life
by Amy Goodwill, who has no letters after her name but what the heck
There are certain behavioural patterns that repeat themselves within this particular subset of the species with regularity that borders upon predictability. Homo sapiens penpusheris appears to live solely on a diet of crushed cereal grain disks coated with some brown, sweet substance, and a variety of drinks which appear to be produced by the boiling of certain leaves in water they obtain from their environment. The containers which they use for these drinks may be found in many places, often piled high next to the centre of their attentions, a flat, rectangular, relfective surface which they use to record their pictograms.
Their worship of the box - their rudimentary language suggests it is referred to as a 'computer' - lasts from the time at which they arrive in their daily environment until they leave, at which time they turn the screen black, presumably so that none of their fellows may inspect their pictograms. They are predictable in their arrival patterns for four days of their five day observance of the religion of the 'computer', except for the first day on which they arrive for their worship, when they often do not arrive for short periods of time after the time they are expected.
Homo sapiens penpusheris is a hierarchical species, adhering to one male member of the tribe who controls the rest by rewarding them for their religious efforts. This appears to be by the handing over of small, brown packets with pressed leaves inside that also bear pictograms similar to those on their 'computers'. Those who are the most religious receive fuller packets than those who do not observe for as long or as well.
The youngest member of the tribe appears to be, colloquially, the 'fall guy'. The current individual, a female, is different in her appearance to those senior members of the tribe, and this may be why she is given the tasks of observance that the other members of the tribe do not wish to carry out themselves, such as putting away the pressed leaves into containers, and watching a machine of some sort spew out more pressed leaves with pictograms on them. The machine requires feeding often to replace the pressed leaves it is ejecting.
or
Office Life
by Amy Goodwill, who has no letters after her name but what the heck
There are certain behavioural patterns that repeat themselves within this particular subset of the species with regularity that borders upon predictability. Homo sapiens penpusheris appears to live solely on a diet of crushed cereal grain disks coated with some brown, sweet substance, and a variety of drinks which appear to be produced by the boiling of certain leaves in water they obtain from their environment. The containers which they use for these drinks may be found in many places, often piled high next to the centre of their attentions, a flat, rectangular, relfective surface which they use to record their pictograms.
Their worship of the box - their rudimentary language suggests it is referred to as a 'computer' - lasts from the time at which they arrive in their daily environment until they leave, at which time they turn the screen black, presumably so that none of their fellows may inspect their pictograms. They are predictable in their arrival patterns for four days of their five day observance of the religion of the 'computer', except for the first day on which they arrive for their worship, when they often do not arrive for short periods of time after the time they are expected.
Homo sapiens penpusheris is a hierarchical species, adhering to one male member of the tribe who controls the rest by rewarding them for their religious efforts. This appears to be by the handing over of small, brown packets with pressed leaves inside that also bear pictograms similar to those on their 'computers'. Those who are the most religious receive fuller packets than those who do not observe for as long or as well.
The youngest member of the tribe appears to be, colloquially, the 'fall guy'. The current individual, a female, is different in her appearance to those senior members of the tribe, and this may be why she is given the tasks of observance that the other members of the tribe do not wish to carry out themselves, such as putting away the pressed leaves into containers, and watching a machine of some sort spew out more pressed leaves with pictograms on them. The machine requires feeding often to replace the pressed leaves it is ejecting.
