For the first time, she understood. MPPE RRHH wasn't a broken department. It was a perfect, self-sustaining ecosystem of nonsense. It didn't process humans; it processed the idea of humans, turning them into paperwork, then turning paperwork into ghosts.
"They gave me the money," he said, his voice trembling. "But they subtracted it from my birth certificate. Now, according to the MPPE RRHH, I was never born. And they've reassigned my pension to this baby."
"Find the folder?" Elena asked.
Her first day was a masterclass in absurdity.