The world ended not with a bang, but with a misplaced stapler. For Leo, the world ended every day at 5:47 PM, when he punched out of his data entry job at "Nebula Corp," a company so bland its name promised excitement it could never deliver. His life was a perfectly symmetrical cube of quiet desperation: a small apartment, microwave dinners for one, and the thrilling climax of his week being the new episode of a nature documentary.
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