Jeremy

Day after day, Jeremy worked the line. He took a small component, which he didn't understand, and he placed it into a compartment of a device he didn't comprehend. He took great care at his job. He first lightly grasped the device, making sure to hold it between his thumb and middle finger. He tried his thumb and index, but he squeezed to hard and broke the mechanism. Once he had taken ahold of the machine, he placed it lightly into a square box, in which it snapped into a smaller box. He originally pushed with his thumb to insert the device into the perforated plastic box, but, as was the case with the index and thumb grasp, he broke the vital component. He learned to push on both ends, for the device was rectangular in nature, and as such the steady pressure allowed it to snap into place safely, as was intended. Once this was done, he had to lift his hand quickly, for it had to be prepared to repeat the process. 

If he hesitated, or wasn't prepared for the next identical action, he would slow down the line. He hated to slow down the line, as he hated when others did so. Didn't they realized what their job entailed? they where all trying to making a living. He loathed his co-workers. They complained about their menial responsibilities, and they always lagged in their work ethic. Jeremy was far from a simple man but he was neither complicated. 

He was handsome, though he bore some odd scars above his eyes, of which no one asked about and no one wished to know about. He had large, but deft hands, which possessed out of sync callouses which did not match his work. His shoulders where broad, but his hips where narrow. Jeremy had green eyes. 

Curiosity is a trait best hidden away if you wished to work at the factory. Names where useless to remember and friends where seen as a hinderance. For most, it was a short term existence in order to fulfil long term goals. Sadly, what they didn't realize was that the moment they took the repetitive and mindless work, they had sub-consciously given up on their dreams. Jeremy not only knew all of this, he choose the life. No one knows why. Jeremy, though seemingly stupid, was far more intelligent than anyone else in that densely populated factory. He choose ignorance, though why is once again a mystery. Jeremy though was good at what he did. He placed that single piece of hardware into its chosen place with the utmost care, speed, and dedication. He was meant for that single movement. His hands working mechanically, noticeably and understandably working on autopilot. 

During the entire 8 hours Jeremy thinks. One co-worker, a young man, looked him in the eyes, and he saw something. When asked, he simply replied that he saw answers, though what the questions where, he didn't know. No one wished to examine Jeremy, they where more than happy to accept the oddity of his creation and maintenance within the factory. 

One day Jeremy didn't come to work. That had never occurred, for he had come to work everyday for 20 years, placing that piece of plastic into another piece of plastic. Jeremy didn't know what he was building, no one did. They simply built it. One day though, someone found something on the floor. It was a slight strip of paper. It simply read "Create. Destroy. Create. Destroy." It was in jeremy's hand writing, though no one knew this. Jeremy never returned to work, and someone else came to replace him. He worked slower, less productively, and less carefully than Jeremy did, but it didn't make a difference. He was completely in tune with the macro-sum, and his individual actions were not going to change the reality of the factory. Still, Jeremy was missed by the machines he helped to create, for there once was a man that knew what it meant to place a piece of electronic plastic into another form of it. Where he is today no one knows, and no one cares, just as Jeremy would have liked.