Friday, May 2, 2014

Lord Byron 2089 part drei

That morning, Byron noticed that the gray walls of his cube were not entirely gray, but actually had small flecks of colored fabric interwoven, blue and red and a soothing pale orange, such that if one stared long enough, the effect was quite beautiful.

Sometimes on his lunch break he would walk around and visit the vacant parking lots of abandoned buildings near his office. If there was one thing he'd learned, it was that no matter how nice the building, Class A real estate rating or not, somewhere inside there was always an ugly concrete stairwell.

On his coffee break, a chat with his fellow co-workers.

"They won't stop the machine over a grain of sand."

They all seemed to agree.

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