5

The University’s Continental Op pays us a visit. The geometry of his collar and lapel speaks to the algebra of his jaw.

He tells us that we have been put in the same room because the University is essentially bankrupt.

He tells us they can barely afford to squeeze eighteen of us in here even though we all have to pay for it.

Also, he notes, we are the lowest of the low: aborted Ph.D.s and inadequate standardized testers.

Finally he shouts, “Watch out!” Then he slams his fist into the wall. The blow leaves a mark.

When the Continental Op leaves, he closes the door gently, with a delicate click.

Nobody ever sees him again.


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