A very late update because I had a very busy day. Most of it was doing genuinely boring things but, sometimes, that’s work for you. The repetitive nature of some tasks is certainly a good mind to condition one’s thoughts. This piece is about one possible way to do such a thing. Enjoy.
“T-ten thousand lines?” Derrick gasped.
“That’s the price of disobedience,” Cassandra declared.
“But I’ll never be able to…”
“You’ll type ’til you drop… slave!” She hissed.
“Yes, Mistress,” he muttered as he began reproducing her commands.
He dropped into a trance after two hundred lines.
It would only take one before the week was done.