It had been one of those days. He called them “Great Resignation Days”. He had the message in draft and his finger hovered. He didn’t need this. Pink Floyd played in his mind, school wasn’t the only place where you felt like just another brick. I am not a number he yelled silently. Before he could log off he had to check the Nice Feed, his wearable told him, pulsing orange… Well OK that is true… Ah, someone did notice that… Em, maybe there was something. The sensor began to pulse pale green. The AI logged and began writing hers.