Surprise contorted Keith’s body and his chair squealed as he turned, “come in!” He stirred with excitement, his lips pursed in response to the jolt of anticipation that gripped his body. Like everyone else, Keith disliked his job, but there was one thing that filled his days with fulfillment, the thrill of belittling. Long ago, Keith willingly donned the identity of protector. He defended the interest of an institution designed with a single purpose, to generate wealth. It cared nothing for the plights or emotions of the flesh batteries that powered its purpose and neither did Keith, he was perfect for this job.