I was born in a dreary town south of Sonoma. The people moved around like zombies in their steel death traps on the daily commute downtown. The center of it all. Day in and day out, from morning til evening, slaving away at some menial task. For the longest time I thought this would be my fate as well. I got through school and prepared to be a zombie for the rest of my life. But then I discovered Mechanical Turk. After I graduated my zombie college I moved back home and began my existence in the half life I now had. Thanks to Turking I no longer had to make the commute downtown to take part in the daily grind of my zombie companions. But neither could I call my new hobby a career that was any less menial. Thus I became part of the vast nation of turkers who live a half-life. Half zombie work on the internet, and half freedom to live. The work makes the freedom so much sweeter. Instead of staying at zombie central for the whole day, I became accustomed to staying comfortably clothed in a bathrobe in the comfort of my own home. Any time I sought to escape the drudgery of looking up google urls, all I had to do was stand up and walk back into the light of the hallway. This hallway felt like a tunnel, but it was much shorter, and much easier to comprehend than the one you may think of.Back into life for half a day, the life of a Turker.