Podnik.xlsx File

The last sheet was password-protected. Milan tried "Viktor," "Enterprise," and "Success." None worked. Finally, he looked at the drive’s physical label again. He typed: .

As he adjusted a single cell—lowering the "Ethics" variable by 10%—the "Projected Growth" cell didn't just show a number. It generated a string of text: “The park on 4th Street will be replaced by a parking lot. Three families will relocate. Profit: +€1.2M.” Podnik.xlsx

Viktor hadn’t just tracked their performance; he had tracked their breaking points. He had calculated exactly how much sleep, family time, and sanity a human could lose before they became "unproductive." The spreadsheet was a blueprint for a machine made of people. The Formula for Reality The last sheet was password-protected

When Milan clicked it, he expected a graveyard of quarterly reports or tax projections. Instead, as the green loading bar filled, the air in his home office seemed to grow heavy. The Architecture of a Life He typed:

By opening "Podnik.xlsx," Milan hadn't just found the company’s secrets. He had just become the new administrator of the machine. The file saved itself, the drive whirred, and for the first time in three years, Viktor’s old office phone started to ring.

The first sheet, "Phase 1," wasn't filled with revenue. It was a list of names—hundreds of them. Next to each name were dates and coordinates. Milan realized with a chill that these were the first employees of the company. But there was a hidden column, Column Z, formatted in white text so it was invisible against the background.