Midnight infomercial
The commercial started playing. A man in an expensive suit, seemingly unaware of the camera, walked with his hands behind his back.
“Oh—hey there,” he said, suddenly noticing the camera. “Have you ever wanted your own Hunger Games? Or to get a few pals together and run your own Squid Game for the neighborhood?”
He stopped and stared directly into the lens. “We here at E-Corp prioritize our clients and their experience in the game. In our latest ongoing project, we even made someone CEO and fired him before he got paid—or even knew what was happening.”
An old 90s television was rolled into frame, showing a man unaware he was being filmed, typing on his phone.
“There he is,” the suited man continued. “He doesn’t know it yet, but all our employees are tasked with copying every small mannerism.”
The man on the TV suddenly looked straight at the camera and shrugged. “I think that’s what they get paid for,” he said in a corny voice. “But I’ll never know.”
“No, you won’t!” said the man in the suit, walking away from the TV and chuckling as a jingle began to play.
E-Corp.
They didn’t choose when it started.
They don’t choose when it ends.
Because why would they?
“So what are you waiting for?” the man in the suit said. “Call 1-800-E-CORP, and we’ll take care of everything.”
The slogan flashed across the screen:
E-Corp. It’s complicated.
The man leaned close to the camera, raised a hand to his lips, and whispered,
“But not really.”
