Pumped

"Let's go! Let's go!" Paul shouted, pumped up, as he entered the office. "Cash and prizes! Here for it!" Many laughed, watching him continue this all of the way back to his cubicle. "Triple espresso this morning?" Charlotte teased, peering over the cube wall. "Reality," Paul responded, grinning maniacally. "We are incentivized to risk it all for survival and sufficient gain in case we win our freedom. Do not kid yourself; "Squid Game" is reality tv." "You're dark, bruh," Charlotte whispered, dropping back down into her chair. "SO dark." But she felt something even darker in herself (connected to the way she had prepared to discredit anyone else who applied for the supervisor role); Charlotte wondered if killing someone's chances was functionally the same as murder.