In a world where form follows function, and function follows more form, we have arrived at the first meeting of the esteemed Council of Bureaucrats.
A sea of suits in a conference room, sipping lukewarm coffee, and discussing the merits of form 17-B, a new initiative that promises to revolutionize the way we do... well, whatever it is we do.
Keynote speaker, the Honorable Reginald P. Bottomsworth, takes the stage, adjusts his monocle, and begins his presentation.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed colleagues, and random janitor in the back," he starts, "today we embark on a new era of red tape, a brave new world of paperwork, and a future where every decision requires at least 17 meetings to confirm."
The room falls silent, as if mesmerized by the sheer scope of the Honorable Reginald's vision. Suddenly, someone in the back whispers "What's the budget for this initiative?" and the meeting is adjourned for a 15-minute recess.
During the break, the janitor in the back slips out to refill his lukewarm coffee, and returns with a sly grin, muttering something about "forms and forms and forms..." to himself.
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