Uglor 3676 dragged itself from the sleeping pit and scraped away the yawning film that had formed over its eye during the night. It went to the drainage orb and emptied its sacks then made way to the feeding temple in search of stuffings. It was not alone. Millions were already ahead of it and millions more would take their place behind. It was the same everyday.

     After, Uglor 3676 left the feeding temple and went to the waiting fields. The waiting fields was where one could go to be given something to do, but more often than not going to the waiting fields was all there was to do. In all its life, Uglor 3676 had never actually been given something to do at the waiting fields. But it went there anyway. Uglor 3676 took its place among the many heaps of others and watched the robots. The robots were what made their civilization the pinnacle of perfection. All need for the labor of their kind had long since vanished. The robots took care of everything. This afforded their great civilization with the freedom to expand their minds and experience spiritual growth. But it seemed to Uglor 3676 that all’s the robots had done was make everyone slaves to boredom and sloth.

     Uglor 3676 wondered whose idea it had been to give the robots the task of doing everything once done by its people. Surely they had not meant for the robots to be so completely efficient. Now, one couldn't even wash its own tentacles or scratch its pleaborbs without a robot running over to do the job. The robots were like insects, it was impossible to shoo them away.

     Uglor 3676 floated around the waiting fields until it was once again time to enter the feeding temple. There its thoughts turned to the robots as it noticed how much the machines had been accepted by the others who hardly noticed as the robots fed them and cleaned up after them. Uglor 3676 itself was so lost in these thoughts that it hadn't noticed its own feeding, duly performed by a robot. It was then that it realized that it didn't even know how to feed itself. What a miserable existence!

     Now Uglor 3676 could understand why so many had themselves deflated at the Happy Mounds. With nothing to do at all, all the time, the trip to a Happy Mound was an event in itself. Uglor 3676 decided that it would float over to the Happy Mound and take a peek with its eye.

     It did not take long for Uglor 3676 to find a Happy Mound. They were everywhere. The mounds were composed of the millions of deflated beings that had gone there to put an end to their miserable condition. Inside the Happy Mound was a robot with a sharp object used to puncture the client and release its essence into the heavy atmosphere. And that would be that.

     The more Uglor 3676 thought about it the more it wanted to get deflated and join the others in the Vortex of Squambaleena. And so it went inside and requested to be punctured.

     The robot did not ask if it wanted to think about it. It simply poked a hole in Uglor 3676. Uglor 3676 flexed its eye to see its essence escape and soon the darkness came. Uglor 3676 wondered how long the journey to the Vortex of Squambaleena would take….

     After the deflation was complete the robots took Uglor 3676’s sack and tossed it onto the heap, but its brain they installed in a LawnBot.

     The Vortex of Squambaleena was better than Uglor 3676 could have hoped. There was always something to do.