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all of these things the stuff of vacations and dreams and impossible to maintain, but then she knewand this is what was keeping her up, her head careening with something like a toddlers joythat she would be going back to that place, the place where all these things happened. She was welcome there, employed there. She got to work early. When she arrived, though, at eight, she realized she hadnt been given a desk, at least not a real desk, and so she had nowhere to go. She waited an hour, under a sign that said LETS DO THIS. LETS DO ALL OF THIS, until Renata arrived and brought her to the second floor of the Renaissance, into a large room, the size of a basketball court, where there were about twenty desks, all different, all shaped from blond wood into desktops of organic shapes. They were separated by dividers of glass, and arranged in groups of five, like petals on a flower. None were occupied. Youre the first here, Renata said, but you wont be alone for long. Each new Customer Experience area tends to fill pretty quickly. And youre not far from all the more senior people. And here she swept her arm around, indicating about a dozen offices surrounding the open space. The occupants of each were visible through the glass walls, each of the supervisors somewhere between twentysix and thirtytwo, starting their day, seeming relaxed, competent, wise. The designers really like glass, eh Mae said, smiling. Renata stopped, furrowed her brow and thought on this notion. She put a strand of hair behind her ear and said, I think so. I can check. But first we should explain the setup, and what to expect on your first real day. Renata explained the features of the desk and chair and screen, all of which had been ergonomically perfected, and could be adjusted for those who wanted to work standing up. You can set your stuff down and adjust your chair, andOh, looks like you have a welcoming committee.

He shook Maes hand. Hi, Im Jon. I emailed you yesterday about bringing your birth certificate His hands came together, as if in prayer. Mae retrieved the certificate from her bag and Jons eyes lit up. You brought it! He clapped quickly, silently, and revealed a mouth of tiny teeth. No one remembers the first time. Youre my new favorite. He took the certificate, promising to return it after hed made a copy. Behind him was a fourth staff member, this one a beatificlooking man of about thirtyfive, by far the oldest person Mae had met that day. Hi Mae. Im Brandon, and I have the honor of giving you your new tablet. He was holding a gleaming object, translucent, its edges black and smooth as obsidian. Mae was stunned. These havent been released yet. Brandon smiled broadly. Its four times as fast as its predecessor. Ive been playing with mine all week. Its very cool. And I get one You already did, he said. Its got your name on it. He turned the tablet on its side to reveal that it had been inscribed with Maes full name: MAEBELLINE RENNER HOLLAND. He handed it to her. It was the weight of a paper plate. Now, Im assuming you have your own tablet I do. Well, a laptop anyway. Laptop. Wow. Can I see it Mae pointed to it. Now I feel like I should chuck it in the trash. Brandon paled. No, dont do that! At least recycle it. Oh no. I was just kidding, Mae said. Ill probably hold onto it. I have all my stuff on it. Good segue,

Dont get up, she said, and made way. Mae followed Renatas eyeline and saw a trio of young faces making their way to her. A balding man in his late twenties extended his hand. Mae shook it, and he put an oversized tablet on the desk in front of her. Hi Mae, Im Rob from payroll. Bet youre glad to see me. He smiled then laughed heartily, as if hed just realized anew the humor in his repartee. Okay, he said, weve filled out everything here. Theres just these three places you need to sign. He pointed to the screen, where yellow rectangles flashed, asking for her signature. When she was finished, Rob took the tablet and smiled with great warmth. Thank you, and welcome aboard. He turned and left, and was replaced by a fullfigured woman with flawless, copper skin. Hi Mae, Im Tasha, the notary. She held out a wide book. You have your drivers license Mae gave it to her. Great. I need three signatures from you. Dont ask me why. And dont ask me why this is on paper. Government rules. Tasha pointed to three consecutive boxes, and Mae signed her name in each. Thank you, Tasha said, and now held out a blue inkpad. Now your fingerprint next to each. Dont worry, this ink wont stain. Youll see. Mae pushed her thumb into the pad, and then into the boxes next to each of her three signatures. The ink was visible on the page, but when Mae looked at her thumb, it was absolutely clean. Tashas eyebrows arched, registering Maes delight. See Its invisible. The only place it shows up is in this book. This was the sort of thing Mae had come for. Everything was done better here. Even the fingerprint ink was advanced, invisible. When Tasha left she was replaced by a thin man in a red zippered shirt.


Was it always that way Low and scratchy I would call it seasoned. I would call it soulful. You know Tatum ONeal My parents made me watch Paper Moon a hundred times. They wanted me to feel better. I love that movie, he said. They thought Id grow up like Addie Pray, streetwise but adorable. They wanted a tomboy. They cut my hair like hers. I like it. You like bowl cuts. No. Your voice. So far its the best thing about you. Mae said nothing. She felt like shed been slapped. , he said. Did that sound weird I was trying to give you a compliment. There was a troubling pause; Mae had had a few terrible experiences with men who spoke too well, who leaped over any number of steps to land on inappropriate compliments. She turned to him, to confirm he was not what she thought he wasgenerous, harmlessbut actually warped, troubled, asymmetrical. But when she looked at him, she saw the same smooth face, blue glasses, ancient eyes. His expression was pained. He looked at his bottle, as if to lay the blame there. I just wanted to make you feel better about your voice. But I guess I insulted the rest of you. Mae thought on that for a second, but her brain, addled with Riesling, was slowmoving, sticky. She gave up trying to parse his statement or his intentions. I think youre strange, she said. I dont have parents, he said. Does that buy me some forgiveness Then, realizing he was revealing too much, and too desperately, he said, Youre not drinking. Mae decided to let him drop the subject of his childhood. Im already done, she said. Ive gotten the full effect. Im really sorry. I sometimes get my words in the wrong order. Im happiest when I dont talk at something like this. You are really strange, Mae said again, and meant it. She was twentyfour, and he was unlike anyone shed ever known. That was,

Lots of wood Lots of wood Mae punched Francis in the arm, knowing she was flirting, knowing it was idiotic to flirt with a fellow Circler on her first night, that it was idiotic to drink this much on her first night. But she was doing all those things and was happy about it. A figure was gliding toward them. Mae watched with dull curiosity, realizing first that the figure was female. And then that this figure was Annie. Is this man harassing you she asked. Francis moved quickly away from Mae, and then hid his bottle behind his back. Annie laughed. Francis, what are you so squirrelly about Sorry. I thought you said something else. Whoa. Guilty conscience! I saw Mae here punch you in the arm and I made a joke. But are you trying to confess something What have you been planning, Francis Garbanzo Garaventa. Yes. I know your name. Francis, Annie said, dropping herself clumsily between them, I need to ask you something, as your esteemed colleague but also as your friend. Can I do that Sure. Good. Can I have some alone time with Mae I need to kiss her on the mouth. Francis laughed, then stopped, noticing that neither Mae nor Annie was laughing. Scared and confused, and visibly intimidated by Annie, he was soon walking down the steps, and across the lawn, dodging revelers.

He shook Maes hand. Hi, Im Jon. I emailed you yesterday about bringing your birth certificate His hands came together, as if in prayer. Mae retrieved the certificate from her bag and Jons eyes lit up. You brought it! He clapped quickly, silently, and revealed a mouth of tiny teeth. No one remembers the first time. Youre my new favorite. He took the certificate, promising to return it after hed made a copy. Behind him was a fourth staff member, this one a beatificlooking man of about thirtyfive, by far the oldest person Mae had met that day. Hi Mae. Im Brandon, and I have the honor of giving you your new tablet. He was holding a gleaming object, translucent, its edges black and smooth as obsidian. Mae was stunned. These havent been released yet. Brandon smiled broadly. Its four times as fast as its predecessor. Ive been playing with mine all week. Its very cool. And I get one You already did, he said. Its got your name on it. He turned the tablet on its side to reveal that it had been inscribed with Maes full name: MAEBELLINE RENNER HOLLAND. He handed it to her. It was the weight of a paper plate. Now, Im assuming you have your own tablet I do. Well, a laptop anyway. Laptop. Wow. Can I see it Mae pointed to it. Now I feel like I should chuck it in the trash. Brandon paled. No, dont do that! At least recycle it. Oh no. I was just kidding, Mae said. Ill probably hold onto it. I have all my stuff on it. Good segue,

and he laughed. He was a developer, he said, and had been at the company for almost two years. Before that hed been a kind of anarchist, a provocateur. Hed gotten the job here by hacking further into the Circle system than anyone else. Now he was on the security team. This is my first day, Mae noted. No way. And then Mae, who intended to say I you not, instead decided to innovate, but something got garbled during her verbal innovation, and she uttered the words I you not, knowing almost instantly that she would remember these words, and hate herself for them, for decades to come. You me not he asked, deadpan. That sounds very conclusive. Youve made a decision with very little information. You me not. Wow. Mae tried to explain what she meant to say, how she thought, or some department of her brain thought, that she would turn the phrase around a bit But it didnt matter. He was laughing now, and he knew she had a sense of humor, and she knew he did, too, and somehow he made her feel safe, made her trust that he would never bring it up again, that this terrible thing she said would remain between them, that they both understood mistakes are made by all and that they should, if everyone is acknowledging our common humanity, our common frailty and propensity for sounding and looking ridiculous a thousand times a day, that these mistakes should be allowed to be forgotten. First day, he said. Well congratulations. A toast. They clinked bottles and took sips. Mae held her bottle up to the moon to see how much was left; the liquid turned an otherworldly blue and she saw that shed already swallowed half. She put the bottle down. I like your voice, he said.
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