-Sign this contract,here ,here and here.
-'kay. Done. can I keep the pen?
-No, employee, you can't. proceed to leave this office and head to the work post. You have been hired.
The rough-looking fellow  got up from the comfortable fur-covered chair, and with a lazy mannerism proceed to stroll out of the room. It was a perfect square,that room. All painted white, with a portrait of the company CEO on every wall. Then a desk, chairs, the other company guy, nothing else existed in that space, just a concept"hiring". The square was the place of "hiring",and for nothing else did it exist. Upon setting foot out of it, he began walking to the grim corridors. The place was a maze, a dirty one at that. Sullen, foggy , gray, and endless maze, corridors, stairs and lifts which never worked.
-Here it is, my working post. He put his thumb on a scanner, had his fingerprint checked, and the metal door opened.
-new employee, get your ass down here and start work. You have been hired.
There was a big guy checking what everyone did, how he worked, how much he rested, and many petty details. He had a thick moustache, a balding head, and wore a bright  blue overall. All  others wore blue overalls..but it was a dull overall.
The new guy decided to be quiet and start diligently working.
This monument to monotony went on for 5 weeks, or a full working month (Remember,dear readers, the Work Reform Act of 2034).
-Hey new guy, wanna go to the Request Office? it's one in a 5 weeks!
The co-worker was Henry, an sleazy and humorous short guy. He had rough brown skin, greasy hair, and was a smoker. But he never failed to amuse.
-What's that office? I just work, that's the contract. I wasn't "hired" to do paperwork.
Henry gathered the other guys around, as he loved monologues and explaning the inner-workings of the Company.
"Listen accomplince, the office works basically like this;you make a "request",and they give it. Easy! But, everyone who makes a "request" ends up getting damaged, hurt, dead! Them, us workers never truly know what's good for us.
Some workers started teasing,saying"new guy,new guy, make a request!
-OK, I'll make a request.
Cheering ensued.
Henry took him to the Request Office. It was a square. An office, a perfect square again, but at least the outside was red this time. It had a kind of handle in the top, seemingly to be moved at the crane. The office just moved from working zone to working zone, catering to the needs of those hired. Two heavily armed guards stood in front. They wore black overalls, held machineguns in their hands, gas masks on their faces.
He wants to make a request! it's his first time! Henry told them. One of the guards dropped the gun and took off his mask.
Good grief! I was getting bored standing guard. I guard me own office, nice bussiness trick,  right? Got some extra pay because of it.
Once inside, the square was,still,red. There were ,again,portraits on every corner.
-Ok, employee, state your requests.
-I want to have my fan form the Company Housing(class C) removed, my hot water system cancelled, leaving just cold water, I want a reduction ,to total oblivion of my alloted spicy food, soft drinks, and mystery meat(TM). And I want the cost all that represents added to my paycheck. Plus a small plus, giving my diligence as a worker.
The office manager was astounded, surprised, but also notably disturbed. Never had he come across such a request. All other proles asked for benefits, benefits of their flesh,skin,touch,smell…yet this hero of endurance had cutt off the only thing that can keep men sane in such circumstances.
-Very well, your Request will be dully examined . Anything else you want to renounce or ask for? the office manager said with a smirk.
Oh, just a little detail- This! he put his arm on the desk, with the wrist facing upwards.
I will sell part of my blood every 3 weeks. I know the Company handles the Blood and Orans super-store chain(with a fast food joint adjoined in every store).
-We have a deal! As of now you're part of a blood-proving package, so be sure to keep healthy and eat proper-
The manager suddenly froze, even let out a small cry. He pointed his index finger at the interviewee, trembling and clinching his teeth.
-You tricked me! Make simultaneous dels cutting health-protecting amenities and offering to sell bloood, I won't accept it-
The interviewee raised up and, with calm yet cunning eyes, as fiery as the fire of an industrial-size  mistery meat grill, adressed his accuser:
-The deals of the Company are absolute. Since YOU, the supervisor, will be punished if things don't go as planned, you have no options left but to play along. Indeed, I need food and hot water, to maintain my health. And you must provide them, using a part of your salary.
the man sat down again and said:
Don't feel too bad, trough. Your salary increases as you manage to solidify more and more deals. This is "fair". I made a "fair" move, benefitting both of us.
The camouflaged negotiator suddenly calmed down, accepting what his red-tape-cutting guest was saying. It was a fact that he needed only two more Deals to ascend in the hierarchy. And the man, a mere employee, had just secured enough income to make himself rise to the post of zone supervisor. Looking at it cold, he had no reason to complain..being weak, a strong man benefitted him. Slowly he even felt drawn towards this rough-faced and unsmooth worded worker.
-Hello Henry! guess who cashed in two deals today?
-TWO deals? In your first week! That's radical, Joe.
The two coworkers had gotten along well, so they were made to share sleeping quarters. Henry benefitted from Joe's  privileges and in turn had told him some useful data about the zones.
zone B is the Defense Department. They're awfully busy looking for something to defend us from. They lost their best guys on the anti-Taxi wars of 2040. Those damn taxis! Everyone knowns the crowdbus is the safest and best way of tranport, all the Licensed think-thanks say it.
Henry hurried up and continued explaining.
zone C is the Fast Food department. Those are heroes, always making fast food faster and faster. They concluced feeding via injection was the fastest of all ways, but the Cultural Association didn't let them get their way- the shape of a chessburger is to be respected- That's what our planet looks like! Said Henry, pointing at the roof, intending to point at the sky.
Which was merely a romantic poetic gesture since they all were a giant's-anckle deep underground.