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confirmation

I sat at home and contemplated if I would be able to eat, eat while watch them at work, while actually we would be serving them. Or maybe we are serving them. I ate alone quite frequently lately, that would be the only time I could enjoy an outdoor meal without having to worry about my stomach. This would only be another test; I decided I would make reservations at Tom's.... for myself only. A light flashed by and merely as a habit I walked towards the window to let the light touch my eye. My eyes slightly watered as it took a few seconds for the light to find my right eye. The light bulb darkened and I blinked a few times to moisten my lenses again. Í walked over to my desk and picked up the ID-card and dialled Tom's number. After the first ringtone a noisy beep sounded and I entered my six-digit ID-number. A digitalised female voice replied my entry with repeating the number followed by a short pause and then by confirming my reservation, leaving me with the phone in my left hand listening to the sounding tone. Different face but the words never change. Every night again, you wouldn’t even believe what they were doing. Until the sun comes up they are the main players on the board, if I could be so indecent to compare this spectacle to a simple black-versus-white board game. I only had been this lucky to be still alive. Merely because I radiate an attitude of adapting, rather than being a dissident, I’m being held for useful. I always tried to reject, but never really dared to oppose the powers that be. And now I even played along, and I kind of liked it.