Humanity, Afresh
As soon as he reached the 20th floor, the elevator opened to the quietest arena of the entire building. There were people, well-dressed, perfect-bodied, mechanically functioning on some superior power’s instructions. It was in desperate need of a restart. He walked forward to the reception desk. A woman, draped in white overalls, smiled at him. “Welcome to Curestus. How may I help you?” Her almost-automated voice and perfectly set teeth made it clear that she was one of them. Within exactly 5 minutes, he was instructed to enter one of the rooms with a glass door. Glendale Bjorkich was seated on his ivory chair- a balding, obese man in his 50s, suffering from acute asthma. This was the biggest sign that he was not one of them. How could he be! He ran the whole Curestus. At one corner of the hall was his secretary, Miss Molly. Her quick side glances didn’t escape his eyes, and that’s what made her so real. Glendale almost brushed him off. That was an assurance that even such a...