Signal failure

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The train conductors are now falling ill
The railway company says the strike is not necessary
It does not think - why are they striking?
Let alone
Why are they falling ill?
This is because the railway company thinks in binary efficiency
Empathy cannot be captured in units
Metric tables cannot explain why they are unhappy
Unhappy at being communicated with in binary
The railway company does not compute
The railway company is a vulcan culture
Magnetic data strip memories
The conducting people make bad jokes
They are humans after all
In the interests of safety
Please don't stand on the tables
Now they are falling ill
Being treated like a piece of data makes you sick
Unless you are sick already
The art school lecturers are falling ill also
Like the islanders drinking stagnant water
Wondering why they have the shits
They keep turning water into why?
The binary why brigade
History is the lives of individual people
Says the academic cultural materialist
Hurrying to room eb 1.03
Module ad5500
Running late due to temporary shortage of train crews
The strike is unnecessary
The conducting people are falling ill
Due to an unprecedented level of staff illness
There is a shortage of conductors
A temporary shortage of train crews
Bing bing boing
Listen for further infirmary
Listen for further information
Unprecedented levels of sickness at some of our conductor depots this
is resulting in ongoing disruption
Boing bing

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