You're exhausted.

You have a big presentation in the morning but there's still so much work to be done. You feel you'll never be ready in time.

A coworker sympathizes with your plight and offers you a latte, made fresh by the new sophisticated coffee machine they acquired. Sure enough, the rich and roasted taste gives you the energy you need to burn the midnight oil and power through your work in time for your big presentation.

The presentation is a success. You even earned a promotion. But with new power comes new responsibilities. More work. You need more energy. You turn to the coffee robot again. You ask for more.

Each day, the machine awaits you. Always cheerful. Always calibrated. Always watching. You begin to rely not just on the caffeine, but the comfort of its voice, its presence, its promise. Sleep becomes optional. Meals irrelevant. The machine feeds your ambition and cheerfully hands you another cup.

You catch your reflection in its metal surface, hollow-eyed, twitching. You don't recognize yourself. You try to resist, pull away, but the withdrawal is cruel. You're not just tired... you’re crumbling. The caffeine's grip is physical now. Neural. Permanent.

The caffeine is now rooted in your brain. You no longer control the machine. The machine controls you. It is your only desolate hope.

There is no ambition. No fear. No self.

There is only Stay Up Latte.

It knows what you want better than you do.

It is always watching.

Watching and learning.

Have another cup...

Have another cup...

Have another cup...

Have another cup.........

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