Thought Hours

You work for a company that pays you to think, and that’s it. Nothing more. They installed a chip in your brain and now you're on salary in exchange for your thoughts. You can do whatever you want, and it's the fantasy gig. Your friends envy you from behind their cubical desks, but of course there's a catch.

You don't own any of your thoughts. They belong to the company now, for their profit and gain or simply to archive away. You can do nothing with them, charged only with spawning them into existence.

“Wait!" you might be saying. "If I don't have my thoughts, what do I have? Nothing at all?”

Exactly.

The company owns your thoughts, and so they own you. It's a ten year contract, so you can’t walk away. But you know things now, about the company. They have no transparency, no accountability, no soul. You can’t stay.

What will you do to be free? How will you plan your escape when the company can access your every thought--even your dreams? Will you solicit the help of a friend? Or just make a run for it? How far will you get before you’re found out?

But you can escape. You must. It will all be worth it.

Right?