Wake up, snooze button, brush teeth and shower
Don’t forget the tie. What is it, Wednesday? It’s not really important. I’ll find out at the office. Take the elevator, go to the parking lot, drive. Up until this moment everything had gone on the same way any other work day went.

Mark lived alone, ate alone, slept alone and everything he did where another soul had not yet been present had gone on just in its average, predictable way.

But when he got onto the freeway, he drove alone. He slowed down at all of the stoplights alone and he found himself being the only one in line at the futurama automated espresso machine.

Mark’s life was based on consistency. There was nothing else to do but go to work as if the people around him never really existed in the first place. It was now plain they made no difference in Mark’s life whatsoever.

Their lack of existence meant absolutely nothing, and to prove this, Mark simply carried on to work, and from there, towards his very small cubicle.
The only thing, so far, that he did in fact do different, based on the current course of events, was that he arrived at work early, being as there was no traffic.

The front office filled itself with the kind of silence that it had meant to speak its whole life (except that no one would shut up and listen). Mark yawned as he always yawned going up elevator towards the thirteenth floor. He even gazed out the window before getting to work
the same as he always had.

He then realized today would turn out very different from every other Thursday he ever gone through before.

Inspired by the video game Canabalt

Note: to discover the ending, play the video game.

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