This is the story of a man named Sisyphus. Sisyphus worked for a big company in a big layer of Hell where he was sinner number 427. Sinner number 427s job was simple. He sat at his mountain in mountain 427, and he rolled boulders up the mountain. Orders came to him through a voice in the skies, telling him what boulders to push, how long to push them for, and in what order. This is what sinner 427 did for every day, of every month, of every year. And although others might have considered it soul-rending, Sisyphus relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Sisyphus was happy.
