Coglodyte
Bureaucratic drone dwelling in the sun deprived depths of a process driven organization. Incapable of creative thought or thinking outside of checking their box. Frightened by the light of knowledge, or the concept that anything can exist outside their script.
When asked why the road crew was mixing topsoil with the gravel and then putting it back on the road instead of removing it, the coglodyte flag-person merely shrugged and replied "They told us to do it that way".