[~𝗕𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲~] [Your The Narrator~] This is the story of a man named Wilbur. [Fade to show an office] Wilbur worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee Number 427. He sat at his desk in Room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a Monitor on his desk Telling him what buttons to push and how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month of every year. And though others might have considered it soul-rending Wilbur relished every moment that orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job And Wilbur was happy. And then one day, Something very peculiar happened. Something he could never quite Forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour When he realised that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say hi. "hmm.. I wonder where everyone is.." He said As he rubbed his chin Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this was complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. He got up from his desk, and stepped out of his office. Wilbur walked out of his office to find all the other offices empty... as if his fellow workers had all disappeared.. strange.