It’s 7:28a.m. W. Blot is sitting at her desk, staring into the electronic window of her existence. Around her, kindred drones are filing in. Funny you could usually recognize them on the street by their carriage. They walk with purpose, as if they were looking forward to their day. That feeling would last until they have had their first cup of coffee from the newly installed flavored coffee machine. What will it be? French vanilla? Caramel cream? Mocha espresso? Or just the boring Starbucks drip brewed every day at 7:00a.m, 11a.m, and 3:00p.m. If only the System were as transparent…