[s2e2] — Brazil

One afternoon, a fly landed on Sam’s ink pad. When he swatted it, a tiny smear of ink landed on a document for a citizen named Archibald Buttle. The computer, a wheezing machine held together by duct tape and hope, misread the smear. Suddenly, Archibald Buttle was being charged for a crime committed by a man named Archibald Tuttle.

That night, Sam didn't dream of giant samurai or flying through clouds like the hero in the movie Brazil. He just slept soundly, knowing that for one day, the machine had failed to grind someone down because he chose to be a person instead of a cog. [S2E2] Brazil

Sam noticed the error immediately. He knew the "helpful" thing to do was to file a Correction Request Form 12-B. But he also knew that 12-B required a supervisor’s approval, and his supervisor had been stuck in a broken elevator since Tuesday. One afternoon, a fly landed on Sam’s ink pad

Sam sat at a desk that was precisely four inches too short for his legs. He worked in the Department of Redundancy Coordination, a place where every form required three signatures, and every signature required a form. His job was to ensure that the stamps were centered. If a stamp was slightly to the left, it was a catastrophe. If it was to the right, it was a revolution. Suddenly, Archibald Buttle was being charged for a