The day started like none other. Juan’s left hand got crushed at seven in the morning, just after the shift had started. Alex was knocked out at seven past seven. Bruno was slammed into the floor and his leg was run over about ten minutes after that. They were the first signs of many something was not quite right. Bruno swore the robot had deliberately tried to king hit him, but he had turned around just in time.

My own day went south when my lifter refused to reach above the third shelf. I mean...