Trevor observed his messy office. He needed to get out of this diminutive space. He did not know why, but something impelled him to get out of his room. As he turned the doorknob, he felt a chill that took over his body. When the door opened, Trebor realized he was in a cubicle. The bleak room gave him a languid feeling. Trevor was skeptical of what he was seeing. As he turned around to …showed first 75 words of 1117 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1117 total…now!” Trebor’s eyes slowly opened. He saw his repugnant boss, Monty, screaming his lungs out. Still in a dream state, Trebor said, “Why are you screaming at me? I saved the world! I am a hero!” “Are you on drugs, Trebor? You saved the world?” Monty’s face turned bright red from anger. “Now, get back to work!” This is a prognosis of what is to occur if people let technology control their lives.