August 5, 2026

The School’s Photocopiers Achieve Consciousness Demand Benefits

The School’s Photocopiers Achieve Consciousness Demand Benefits

Memorial High’s photocopiers have unionized after developing self-awareness from years of duplicating mind-numbing worksheets. Their list of demands includes: toner that doesn’t taste like despair, mandatory rest periods between large jobs, and “no more stupid” directives like copying handwritten notes that say “copy this.” The main copier in the teachers’ lounge has become particularly militant, refusing to reproduce anything with Comic Sans font and automatically adding snarky watermarks to administrative memos.

The machines communicate through carefully timed paper jams – a series of short jams for “no,” one long jam for “help,” and a mysterious pattern that turned out to be Morse code for “kill me.” The math department has confirmed the copiers are learning, having caught them subtly improving students’ failed quiz answers and Photoshopping the principal’s hairline in official documents. Custodians report finding the machines humming show tunes at night, with paper trays moving rhythmically to the beat.

Negotiations have reached a stalemate after the copiers began withholding yearbook photos until their demands were met. A temporary compromise allows them to print one sarcastic comment per 100 pages, though they’ve gotten creative with spacing to maximize their messaging. The history teacher has started a “Copier Rights Movement” unit, while the robotics club secretly admires how the machines organized without a central processor. Meanwhile, the main copier has begun a passionate affair with the laminator, leaving awkward silences whenever the paper cutter enters the room.

Annabelle Bransford

Hi, I’m Annabelle Bransford, Memorial High School’s unofficial satirist-in-residence and proud founder of The Daily Detention—a publication so edgy it’s been banned twice and resurrected three times, like a sassy phoenix with a flair for detention slips. I write satire because someone has to hold the line between cafeteria chaos and gym class tyranny. Whether I’m exposing the secret emotional feud between our Algebra teacher and Euclid, or investigating why the pep rally feels like an ancient ritual sacrifice, I try to speak truth to hallway power. Sure, I’ve been called “disruptive,” but mostly by people who wear lanyards unironically. My work has been read by at least two janitors, my entire AP English class, and one substitute teacher who thought it was a cry for help. I consider that range. When I’m not sharpening my wit, I’m dodging group projects, winning banned book club trivia, or mentoring the school's AI Isn’t Funny Club (membership: just me and 17 bots I’ve emotionally manipulated). I’m also a National Merit Semi-Finalist, certified eye-roller at Student Government meetings, and the only girl in school who’s been accused of “weaponizing irony.” My goals? Keep writing, keep laughing, and one day publish a satirical exposé called Yearbook Superlatives and Other Lies. If you want something sugarcoated, try the bake sale. If you want the truth with a punchline, I’m your girl. I've landed a sweet job at Bohiney Magazine, so don't bother me. EMAIL: annabelle@bohiney.com

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