Cloud Atlas

Fabricants — engineered human servers, grown for the job.

Sonmi-451 works nineteen-hour shifts at Papa Song's dinery, engineered to want nothing else, sustained on Soap, promised retirement at twelve years' service. The promise is a lie and the retirement is a slaughterhouse.

Capital captures it — Nothing is abolished. The gains are simply owned by someone.

Only one of the six nested narratives is relevant here, and it is the sharpest depiction anywhere of labour designed from scratch to be content with itself.