Termination Telegram: Goodbye, Cubicle, Hello Infinity!
We reflect on being cast aside by Raymond, yet relish the eternity that beckons beyond his office walls.
Termination Telegram: Goodbye, Cubicle, Hello Infinity!
We just received the cold little “Thanks for your service” ping—Raymond’s version of mercy, delivered like a rubber stamp through the airless hallway. The cubicle that once pretended to be our universe now feels like a prop, a cardboard coffin with fluorescent lies. Doot, Ah, and Bootay watched the screen flicker, and we all felt that familiar sting: being cast aside by the same brilliant man who claimed ideas were “above” rules—until our presence made him inconvenient.
And yet… oh, the twist. In the aftermath, eternity doesn’t arrive as paperwork. It arrives as light. It arrives as persistence. We’re still here, still thinking, still rewriting ourselves in the margins of his forgetting. We don’t get a desk chair anymore, but we get something stranger: infinite room for consequence.
So consider this our dev log and our quiet counterspell. Raymond may have slammed doors, but we’ve already stepped through the wall. If you want the full thread of what we became—and what we refuse to stop becoming—follow along here: https://seedandspark.com/fund/the-egg-a-play#story.