Mundane.

I was late to work today. I can usually make it in on time, I always make sure to leave a bit early just in case the light train is delayed. Well, I jump on an express bullet, straight over and through to west midtown but due to "atmospheric inconsistencies" the solars didn't charge well enough for the train to go full speed. They must have taken it below 75% power because we snailed it. 20 minutes in the smog. At least the O2 filter worked.

i got there maybe 5 minutes before my charming co-worker. He called me mundane. right, i'm mundane. Meanwhile i see him on his cycle 5 days a week. His life range is so limited. I always see his hands shake toward the end of his shift. He has the the trems. You can smell his fear of reality. Addicts are the ultimate mundanes because they all think they're so special but they barely eek by.

Mundane? Like I care.