Titan's Quest part 1
They’ve made their way outside, where they were met with view of company buses getting crowded with wage slaves, less commonly referred to as ‘workers and engineers’.
Foxhunt Friday
On one familiar street where he and his pal nick had often hustled wage-slave hamsters out of a few bucks in exchange of 'black market' popsicles, masked goons ended up wandering onto both sides of the street.
Proxy Moron
A group of about fifty former wage slaves shuffle into the general vicinity of kodyax and like something out of a bad horror movie converge on him.
Part V- Total Dallaireian Overhaul
Universe wage slaves? thats right. the same corporation that is blasting the amish's asteroids into space dust is the same corporation that is throwing boulders at sol to begin with. why? to distract you from the _truth_. and the reason: invasion.
In This Moment
This urban coyote's soul began to stir, no longer wilted by the stifling grind of wage slave life. past the front yard gate. stop on the porch. check the mail. through the front door. up the stairs.
Spygate: Reforged Morale
"they just mean that since you weren't working them like a wage slave and gave up on finding the illusionist, they felt better doing their job now that they don't feel pressured by you" snipes reiterated.
In the Service of Circe, Chapter 3
It had to be the boss's; no mere wage slave had an office like that one. it was plain, but everything in it whispered 'power & money'.
Part Three - Hearts and Minds
We have free college education, for all capable citizens; you could have freely participated in the building of a better, communist future, instead of having to face a choice between wage slavery and prostitution."
Four Rules of Shadowrunning
The rarest of the rare, like lita surname-already-forgotten, responded by raising their ears, glaring at him with eyes full of fire and spunk he just couldn't tolerate from a low-level wage slave, and told him what spilled from the black cat's sharp-tongued
The Family Vulpes Chp2
From now until sunday evening, recurring over the next three months, she was officially a wage slave. a prisoner of a different kind, wearing gold and crimson stripes instead of a pure orange jumpsuit. being told what to do, and how to do it.
Skin Deep
With a disbelieving nod, the lowly wage-slave scurried off. the boy, now in many ways a man, sat in equal parts grief and contemplation.
Spare Parts and Analog Hearts
Anyway, these ten hours of wage slaving are coming to a merciful end. any plans for the next hour or so?" "oh i got one!" she enthusiastically states. "let's go have a look around rockstar row, maybe check out my room or something." "what?