I have arrived at the ferry dock. I disembark, and step into the foyer of the T.W Building. I am to start immediately. My first day of work at the Building where I will spend the rest of my life. I am filled with a mixture of excitement and terror, and the feeling is pleasant.

I step into the elevator. There is no empty wall space to lean against. All the walls are covered with buttons, and this elevator is only the first in a long series heading toward to the top, if there is indeed a top.

I press the button for floor 89, and the elevator surges upward. It continues to gain speed the entire time until it brakes for floor 89, leaving me to wonder what speeds it would reach if I was going higher.

The latest hit from the Mainland Commerce department's music group pours out of the tinny elevator speakers. I grimace as the singer struggles to land a note. I tell myself  they'll improve with age.

Finally the doors open. I yawn hard, trying to decompress my eardrums. I step out of the elevator and begin navigating the cubicle workfloor, looking for office #984.