“I-can’t-fall-a-sleeper-cells”
Yes, terrible people they are, hands jittering all over, eyes bloodshot, three in the morning, sometimes they are coders bashing away on keyboards in a mental fog.
Grown, in a lab, farmed, created for one purpose: to imbibe coffee to stay awake, work to death, and be replaced with another clone.
[Sounds like a scy fy original movie. Cue the cheesy CGI.]
The coffee-pushing "Patriots" who dumped all that tea in Boston harbor were just setting this country up to fail. Damn every last one of them.