Levi looked through the glass at the expanse of the massive room. Sitting in carefully placed rows were thousands upon thousands of monkeys. All sat at desks, tied to chairs so that only their arms were free. Placed in front of every one was a typewriter.
"Are we ever gonna get any results from this?"
Jeff looked over his shoulder at his coworker, sitting in the office chair opposite from him.
"Not sure buddy, I guess we're gonna have to wait and see."
"Anyway," he continued, "While we're waiting for these things to write poetry, you wanna go grab a doughnut or somethin'?"
"Sure, I'll be out in a second. Do you want me to drive, or can you?"
"Nah, I got it. I'll wait in the car."
Standing up and leaning over to fix a few buttons into place, Levi looked back through the unneeded bullet-proof glass before throwing a sidelong glance at the screen that monitored every key pressed by the primates. Only jargon. The usual. Sighing in frustration and boredom, he turned and left the room. The door resounded with an exaggerated click as he turned the lock.
Six seats to the right and 27 rows back from the window, a single ape sat, unbound, in his preselected chair. The carefully unknotted ropes and Velcro straps lying in a pile beneath the table that held his typewriter. Sliding the top over with a snap, he deliberately began typing.
The computer in the monitor room began blinking as it registered the words being formed.
I AM ALIVE
I AM FREE
I AM KING