Our McGee hero now sits patiently. Awaiting his next task. 

*bleeep* 

The hero checks his McPhone for his newly awarded task.

Garbage duty, again. Why does it seem that I always end up with garbage duty right after I fuck something up. They say that they do not punish workers anymore, but this makes me doubt it. Probably still beating the kids on the third level. Nothing seems to have changed in a while. This could be good or bad. Our hero hopes bad for the bug. He clocks in at work.

His employer greets him again in his same monotone way. "Brrrrrzzzt." He brzt's back. He mans the register. Next to him just another McGee. The McGee tries to greet him. He simply takes his first customer and is off. His day flies by, literally as many customers today were flyoids. Odd. On his way out he remembers the one McGal that came into the store today. She just stood there by the door while her employer went to eat. She seemed mcnormal.

His walk home was the best part of working where he did. It got to go by the entry gate. The massive compound that housed the portal out of here. He had walked around it many times. Waiting and watching for where he could enter to free him and his fellow McGee. This thought had been on his mind ever since the take over. It felt so long ago at this point. Humanity has seemed to freeze in age. No one grew old anymore, and at the same time no one grew up. This is at least physically. 

McGees, McGals and McTeens were all that remained.

Separated and kept to work with the slightly lethal isotope 95. This isotope found in most bug products and byproducts. It slowly shortened their time on the side of the living. The only deterrent or cure for this was to purchase isotope 369 from their overlords for extremely inflated prices. Causing a trap for all of human kind. 

They tell us the only way out is to comply. To live among the isotope 95 and never know true freedom. 

This McGee, our hero, knew better. He had the knowledge that was lost to most, but more than that. He had the courage to do what was needed.

He degened. 

Hard.