Lumon was good at keeping your outie in the dark about the realities of what your innie faces. You had just come back from a long visit to the Break Room. You're sitting at your desk, blankly staring at your computer's screen when you feel your mind start to feel... soft.. maybe fuzzy? You're not really sure whats going on, but you can't think too much before Mark pops his head over the desk divider "hey, what's your progress on the file?" he asks casually