I dreamed I visited the
corporate headquarters of
Everything. It was a converted
warehouse full of
cubicles, and there must have been something like forty people there all working at a furious pace, developing new
technology, hammering out high-stakes
business deals, fielding requests from the
media for interviews.
I spoke briefly with Nate, who looked to be in his mid-forties with craggy, tanned good looks and a shock of salt-and-pepper hair. He didn't really have time to talk to me but did say that they might have some freelance work I could do in the near future if I felt I was up to it. I wasn't sure if I was, but said I'd be in touch. "Just do it through the proper channels," he said before heading back to the cubicle where he was working with dem bones on something I was sure I could never comprehend.