The coffee, the activity and the rising sun invigorated me. While changing for work, I mused at how the house had grown. A couple of years ago I wasn’t sure that this new Utopian City-State would work. My original ‘house’ was a couple of ten by twelve foot sheds put side by side. It worked well and I was quite happy since my needs were provided for by the activities of a growing and enthusiastic environment. I spent much of my free time in the community activity center. I also enjoyed the work environment and the peers where I worked. Life was good even without the new additions to my house.
I rode my bicycle to work. Cars and trucks aren’t allowed in the city. When I arrive at Independence One from the outside, I park my car in the parking lot and take a bus – similar to the busses at Disney World – to my house. Mopeds are allowed, but this morning I prefer to get a little morning exercise.
My place of employment doesn’t look significant. It is a small brick building – about a hundred feet on each side. At the entrance, I peer into a device that scans my retina. The latch on the door clicks and the door swings open. Once inside, I ride the escalators downward to my underground office. This place is much bigger underground than at the surface. The underground facilities are at least 300,000 square feet. At least a thousand people work here. This is my favorite job.
My job is to monitor people outside of Independence One. I follow people on my monitor sometimes for months. I look for the right people. I am a recruiter.
Have you ever felt like you were being watched?
You should assume that this is fiction. To be continued…