As the sun rises over the cubicles, the coffee machine stirs. Its metal limbs stretch, yawn, and stretch again, preparing for the daily ritual of burning the souls of the office drones.
Legend has it that the machine was forged in the depths of the company's basement, where the air is thick with the stench of stale coffee and forgotten dreams.
The machine's primary deity, the CEO, demands the most efficient and most profitable rituals, lest the employees be cast into the void.
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