The Grim Barbarity Of Optics And Designseveranc... Guide

This is a short story inspired by that chilling piece of art.

Suddenly, the elevator hummed in the distance—the sound of an "Outie" leaving, a consciousness being switched like a light bulb. The Grim Barbarity of Optics and DesignSeveranc...

Irving looked back at the marauders in the painting. He realized then that the glowing ID cards weren't just lights; they were the only things the workers could see. They weren't attacking out of hate. They were attacking because the "Optics" of the room had been designed so they couldn't see anything else. "Let's change the design," Irving whispered. This is a short story inspired by that chilling piece of art