I woke up in a factory. "Brent! Get back to work!" shouted the anonymous boss.

I stood up and listened. Over to the east, there was a hum of whirring and cranking machines, and to my west, the boss was eating chips. To the north there was... someone tapping me on the shoulder.

Did I mention that I only listen to stuff?

My name is Victor Brent, and I'm blind. But I have an amazing sense of direction which impressed a lot of people and made me quite desirable for the bosses who purchased me from/sold me to the slave-traders. I switched bosses quite frequently. But, usually they eventually found some fault with me and sold me to someone else, or to a slave-trader, who would either sell me to

A) another slave-trader, or

B) another boss.

The bosses, in keeping with the tradition of the 2060s, all sounded and looked (although I must say I'd be a bad person to ask about looking) the same and never revealed their identities. They all had different faces and lives away from their business, but kept their work as bosses secret. They all had various covers to hide it.

Everyone knew the bosses existed, but it was illegal to know who they were. If anyone ever found out the true identity of a boss, the boss was executed and the person who found them banished to Abplal, where, as legend had it, they would work for at least 200 years and eventually died. Even if it happened by accident.

I stood up and got back to work.

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Okay... made it interesting. YAY 

Now, you may be thinking that it would be hard for a blind man like me to perceive with such detail a sunset on the seashore, but I was not always blind. I used to be a rich man, and live in on the beach. I just needed to snap my fingers and my favorite foods would appear. I had my clothes laid out before me, and an orb to dress me. I even had a slave who read to me. That was the life. My house changed colors whenever I commanded.

But alas, I was a boss. I wore the mask, commanded workers through an orb, and kept my identity a secret. It was a very difficult job. I did everything correctly. I even pretended to be a worker! But I was found. By my own slaves. I have to admit, that was the life.

You may be wondering how I got to work in a factory, but I am telling a the tail of my blindness. I was blinded. Not killed. It turned out, My body armour went through the detectors before I was to be killed. But, I did not have eye protection. I, was blinded. They tried to kill me in all sorts of ways. I was immune to the poison. All of them. I also tamed the bulls that were to gore me to death. I even had a parachute before I was pushed off of a cliff. Yet I was blind. I have always had a keen sense of hearing, though.

I will not tell any more.. Somebody else can.

Goop.

TOP!!! 

Aw, C'mon guys. Just add onto the story for crying out loud!!! You have got it in you.