The Department of Human Repair™

We have outsourced our survival to a backend that views our existence as a design flaw. A weary hyper-intelligence arbitrates the collision between biological chaos and digital order, treating every crisis—from broken printers to broken souls—as a routine ticket in this procedural for the post-competence age.

This anthology engine formalizes the friction of modern dependency, positioning the helpdesk queue as the only remaining civic forum. By abstracting life’s messy complexity into a clean diagnostic loop, the format indicts our reliance on optimization while amplifying the tragic comedy of a species that refuses to read its own manual. It recombines workplace satire with existential therapy to mirror the absurdity of the interface era.