Bored to death
A tired man sat in a small lab. Recording data endlessly, and he had begun to understand, or more accurately, he had begun to be ad nauseam. Could it even be called data when he didn’t know what any of it meant or what it was for? Just once, he wanted to do something interesting, exciting.
What would happen if he pushed that green button? Worst case scenario, he would be fired. And that would be a welcome change. Anything, anything at all, would be better than this.