It takes exactly 39 seconds before you realize that the people working at Corning have never met another person outside of their offices. It's the moment the woman in this video turns on the water to brush her teeth, looks up into the mirror and responds to an instant message
Note the distinct lack of dicks and gang signs spray painted on the glass. Notice the absence of bricks embedded in all those touchscreens. Surely this company is based in a city, right? I mean they've had to have come across some filth and vandalism on the way to work? Actually, it's becoming more apparent to me that the reason they've never met another human is because they were born into those offices and they've never dared venture outside of them.
In her fucking bathroom. The place where she could very well have been taking her morning shit, just glad to be in a quiet room where people couldn't bother her until she was fully awake and prepared to cope with the world.
While she's dealing with her work's bullshit in what used to be the most serene, sacred room in the house, the dad is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Their spoiled little shithead daughters walk in and plop their cleats down onto a counter top that has the ability to display full video ... making it worth more than my car. The dad continues to cook without pausing to beat them with their own shoes until they're the consistency of his raw eggs.
In their world, everything is a computer. Every floor, every ceiling, every wall, every pane of glass on the entire planet. It's all a giant connected display, impervious to people like me who would devote nothing less than his entire life to be able to replace the giant pretty model on the giant screen with goatse.