My Entirely Virtual Grad Scheme

An Orwellian experience of the future of work. 21st December 2020. My department is holding it's annual Christmas party. The upbeat humdrum of seasonal tunes reverberates around my vicinity. My glass, tightly pinched, is awash with blood-red wine, my lips blunted by thesweet acidity. The room is packed with faceless colleagues existing only as initials, …

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