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The Last Worker review: this dystopian satire on automated jobs rather labours its point

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A short animated sequence kicks The Last Worker into gear, reeling off the game’s backstory with breezy efficiency. It’s an apt start for this first-person satire set in a fully-automated dystopia, in that it underlines a very human aptitude for artistic communication. It’s surprising, then, that as The Last Worker continues its story, it takes less graceful turns, electing for verbosity over economy. For a game that takes critical aim at the future of work, frankly, it’s all a bit laboured.

So what does happen in that opening animation? First, we see everyman hero Kurt among thousands of recruits arriving at the gigantic distribution centre of megacorp Jüngle (like Amazon, get it?), to spend their working lives plucking products off shelves to order. Before long, though, any drop in output sees the employees themselves plucked off and given the boot, to be replaced by robots. As the numbers dwindle, top-performer Kurt remains steadfast, and even finds love among the boxes with a fellow product picker. But when she gets pregnant and quits, he stays behind, living full-time in the warehouse. Years pass. Jüngle smothers the entire retail market, and Kurt becomes, well, the last worker.

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From there you assume control of Kurt’s monotonous existence and The Last Worker’s story leaps from its premise into a polemic on tech CEOs, ‘late stage’ capitalist waste, and the encroachment of automation on our ability to earn a living. Early on, it gets its points across succinctly enough, simply by asking you to do Kurt’s job, fulfilling orders within a towering library of consumer knick-knacks. To do so, you swoop and slide between enormous shelving units on a kind of hover buggy, armed with a Jüngle gun that can magnetically pull in boxes then ping them off at speed, preferably towards a delivery chute.

As one character points out, all you’re really doing here is playing fetch in a tedious routine. Yet because your efforts are evaluated and rated at the end of a shift, the task is oddly compelling. Reaching each parcel becomes a race against time. Launching them towards the chute from distance is a risk-reward challenge, since dropped boxes incur penalties. Plus, you have to check each box isn’t labelled incorrectly or damaged, and if so, take it to the recycling chute instead. There’s guilty pleasure in playing the diligent corporate drone, extracting satisfaction when you gain a coveted ‘J’ rank.

A hover robot chats with Kurt as he eats his lunch in The Last Worker
A workbench filled with technological devices in The Last Worker
A big microbe sits in a machine in The Last Worker

The blurred line between work and game turns this process into a double-pronged criticism too, poking at rote mission design in AAA titles as much as the gamified incentivisation of meaningless jobs. The icing on the cake comes when you successfully dispatch a package and as a reward its contents are displayed in holographic form, like opening a loot box. Now you can take pride in knowing you’ve been breathlessly scurrying around to make sure someone gets their manta ray shaped guitar, or Christmas themed dustbin, or Coronavirus desk lamp – precisely the kind of plastic tat that fuels our gift economy, or comes bundled with so-called collector’s editions.

At this point, The Last Worker could almost be an expanded Molleindustria game, delivering sharply concise social commentary through repetition like Every Day the Same Dream or To Build a Better Mousetrap. But rather than continue down this path, it breaks the cycle to usher in a plot in which Kurt gets entangled in the schemes of a group of revolutionaries. They want to find out what’s going on in the facility and bring Jüngle down, so they need the last inside man to break into off-limits sectors. Now each day brings with it not a new shift, but a new mission.

As thrilling as this sounds, though, Kurt’s off-the-clock adventure is often less engaging to play than his warehouse work. Instead, it feels more like a mechanism to allow the game’s core trio of characters – Kurt, his malfunctioning robot helper Skew, and a remote resistance member who speaks to Kurt through a ‘Hoverbird’ drone – to take centre stage. Between bouts of chatting, you mostly complete vague instant-fail stealth sequences to steer clear of patrolling robots, and the occasional lock-breaking puzzle. Frustratingly, the nuts and bolts of these sections are often left half-explained as the script seems more concerned with where its next witty exchange is coming from. But what really flattens them is that they don’t feel exciting or liberating in contrast to the work sections. They feel like more work.

A small robot hovers above a desk strewn with work in The Last Worker

That wouldn’t matter so much if the banter itself was especially cutting, but a lot of the time it’s something of a blunt instrument. The comic book art style, based on concept work by ex-2000AD artist Mick McMahon, sets a bold tone, but even in comparison to the hardly subtle tone of Judge Dredd, the satire-laced dialogue lays its ideas on far too thick. When you’re working, for example, the soothing guru voice of CEO Josef Jüngle pipes through speakers, referring to employees as ‘explorers’ and emphasising that they’re all one big family. It feels like an old Simpson’s joke being stretched to snapping point.

Then, as the plot advances, you’re often installed in the midst of sitcom patter as Kurt, Skew and Hoverbird bounce jibes back off each other. The voice cast of Ólafur Darri Ólafsson, Jason Isaacs and Clare-Hope Ashitey is certainly an asset here, especially Isaacs in full scouse flow as Skew, but perhaps because of that everything else in the game seems somewhat cowed by their presence, squashing itself down to make room for the latest back and forth. And unfortunately, the material they get to work with never quite zings.

"You might also wonder whether you’ve really taken much from The Last Worker’s excoriating social critique, as laudable as it may be"

In the end, you might also wonder whether you’ve really taken much from The Last Worker’s excoriating social critique, as laudable as it may be. As missions take you to different parts of the warehouse and factory, it becomes apparent that this near-future setting is one in which the environment is collapsing, the majority of people are worse off, healthcare is the preserve of a privileged few, and intensive farming methods are more horrific than ever. But there’s no real connective tissue here, other than to say it’s all Jüngle’s fault, and not quite enough worldbuilding to make it make sense. For instance, how does a fully automated capitalism maintain an economy reliant on wage labour and excess consumerism of mass-produced inessential goods? Or in other words, who’s still buying all the crap you’re sending out?

A creepy hologram man talks about the workplace in The Last Worker
A big underground facility with a giant metal arm in The Last Worker
Moves are being moved around with a hover gun in The Last Worker

The broad-stroke approach to satire seems especially raw when it comes to the game’s central theme – automation. The story emphasises the threat of mass redundancies, along with the power large companies gain by removing human consciousness from their workforce. But it doesn’t much consider how the role of automation and technology depends on how it’s implemented, to what ends, and who owns it. Thus as Kurt stumbles towards a choice whether to ally with Jüngle or a questionable resistance, or reconnect with estranged loved ones, there’s little sense of potential community beyond the nuclear family, or the collective use of technology for positive ends.

The satisfaction of The Last Worker, then, comes from roleplaying the sabotage of an exploitative major corporation, and if you crave the sense of catharsis that comes from sticking a finger up to the man, it may well fill a hole. But that’s not quite the same as marshalling the human capacity to serve up real food for thought, or prompt us to imagine a better future.

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