A dank tech office is the last place where people still work in the
unified computer system. There a group of scholars are in charge of
coding the small bits of information that the computer can't classify.
The office is full of pasty academics chosen for there penchant for
the obscure and the esoteric. Every year they have less work to do.
Day by day they are classifying, categorizing, and identifying
themselves toward oblivion.
The building was five stories high and squated decrepidely across the
whole block at forest between eighth and elm streets. Once, the
Department of Digitization filled the entire structure with analysts
and engineers, buzzing about the business of teaching the Antel DXT
about the world.
Now the waters of this rich delta had receded all the way back the the
source deep in sub basement d. The last terminals int the building
were set up around the main cable trunk as it came in from deep
underground.
But one of the coders realizes something. She sees a thread of
information start to come in that disturbs her and leads he on an
adventure to find out.
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