I like your versions of a dystopia. Working in brightly lit concrete rooms, with plenty of diverse clothing and comfortable chairs, electric hubbub in the air.

I like your versions of a dystopia. Working in brightly lit concrete rooms, with plenty of diverse clothing and comfortable chairs, electric hubbub in the air. My version of a dystopia is more like, everyone wears plain grey uniforms and is given the least amount of light and movement needed to squeeze the most product per watt-calorie out of them as is scientifically possible, where the human psychological meatgrinder is approaching maximum operational efficiency.