Malcom sees all. Malcom sits above all others. All others below the third story of his building that is. But that is pretty much all others.
Malcom resides in a glass cube. Malcom dominates his four by three glass cube. Size isn’t that important to Malcom, Malcom assures you of that. Four by three is plenty of room for Malcom and his monitors.
Malcom owns many monitors. These monitors come in various sizes, some are normal 20 inch computer monitors, others are full blown 60 inch TV screens. Malcom has aligned the monitors to all face inwards.
Malcom sees them all, the people gazing up in wonder at his magnificent glass cube and its absurd contents. All of these monitors must mean that Malcom gets down to quite a bit of monitoring.
Many would think Malcom is a security guard for his building, but no, Malcom just has a hobby. Malcom’s friends and family call it an addiction, monitoring his monitors like he does.
Malcom is in control. Malcom doesn’t need to fill that last spot in the top right hand corner of the cube with yet another monitor, Malcom wants to.
Malcom might slip out to the shops later. Malcom just likes to browse you understand. Have no fear, Malcom is up to no nefarious monitoring, that you can sure of. Malcom only monitors in a loving and respectful way.
G-“What the hell is that room up there? It’s so weird with all those screens.”
R-“Yeah we don’t really know what that’s all about, no one around here really does. It might be a security room for the building or something but it is weird.”
G-“But yeah, I mean, if it is a security room, why is it in full view like that? And the screens are all arranged so haphazardly, it’s just weird.”
R-“Yeah I don’t know what to tell you, we haven’t looked into the whole thing too much.”
G-“…I bet you it’s a porn thing.”