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\u201cAnd?\u201d Carl said, still shuffling toward his chair. \u201cWe couldn\u2019t get in. So I told the hallway we couldn\u2019t get in, and then I hear a neighbor\u2019s phone ring, and all of a sudden she\u2019s poking her head out and telling us to try again.\u201d \u201cAnd you got in?\u201d \u201cWe got in.\u201d \u201cHumph,\u201d Carl said. \u201cDoes that mean you don\u2019t like the idea of some all-hearing stranger unlocking your doors when asked? Or does it mean you don\u2019t like the caller helping us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t like anyone using you.\u201d \u201cHow\u2019s that?\u201d I said. \u201cI got the impression we know more about Terry\u2019s situation than he does, and he helped us get in, so how could he be using me?\u201d \u201cAll they do is use people,\u201d Carl said. \u201cIt\u2019s all they can do. They have no imagination. They have no ability to take action themselves. They can only manipulate others into doing their bidding. And they\u2019re very good at it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re talking about the higher-ups?\u201d \u201cThe higher up they are, the more it\u2019s true.\u201d \u201cSo you\u2019re not talking Management?\u201d \u201cNot the people in this building, no. Not even the one who calls Terry. That caller can pick up a phone.\u201d I shivered. \u201cYou\u2019re saying the demon-voiced caller can\u2019t?\u201d \u201cHe shouldn\u2019t be able to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not?\u201d Carl reached his chair. He palmed the edge of his desk in preparation to make his descent, but first, he pushed against it and strained his neck muscles to look up at me. Instead of answering me, he said, \u201cTell me what happened yesterday.\u201d And this time, I did. I made no jokes. I didn\u2019t hesitate. \u201cThe fire giants and this invisible human-serpent thing named Salkas, and this dark angel- like being named Sethiel, and\u200d\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cA light representative,\u201d Carl said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. They all met at the foot of Spoke 6. Terry showed up and was telling them something about how the Illusion is failing.\u201d \u201cI bet that made Salkas happy.\u201d \u201cYeah, it didn\u2019t. You don\u2019t sound all that shocked about any of this.\u201d \u201cHumph,\u201d Carl said. \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d \u201cThe Illusion is failing.\u201d \u201cI feel like I should say and, but I\u2019m thinking there\u2019s actually a but.\u201d \u201cThere is a but.\u201d \u201cBut you\u2019re not going to tell me?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t think it would help you. I think it would only be a distraction\u200d\u2014 and that\u2019s what they want, to distract you and use you.<\/p>\n

The Illusion\u2019s not failing enough here to make a difference to you right now.\u201d \u201cAre you sure? Terry seemed pretty adamant about it.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sure he was. The more the Illusion fails, the harder a time he has controlling you.\u201d \u201cSo the failure works in our favor?\u201d \u201cEntirely.\u201d \u201cOkay,\u201d I said, choosing to trust Carl.<\/p>\n

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The cake was yellow and covered in some kind of beige frosting. The drink was green, lime green, and the bottle was maybe eight ounces at best. I wasn\u2019t sure either item warranted the line out the door. I\u2019d seen the Management Building\u2019s cafeteria this busy before\u200d\u2014twice. Once when they\u2019d served lasagna and another time when they\u2019d served pizza.<\/p>\n

When I\u2019d seen the line today\u200d\u2014so long that the people at the end of it were stuck walking backwards on the escalator up from the lobby\u200d\u2014I\u2019d gotten excited. A change-up from the usual gruel and oatmeal? Yes, please. But I should\u2019ve known better. On both those days, the smell of carbs and tangy tomato had been so strong and so delicious that it had cut right through the City\u2019s perma-stink of sulfur.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d smelled the goodness from blocks away. Not today, though. There\u2019d been no sweet carb smell this morning. Not even when I was standing next to the sneeze guard, right in front of all those slices of cake. Couldn\u2019t say cake wasn\u2019t better than gruel, though. So I told the serving guy thanks and carried my tray into the dining room. The dining room had wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling windows, and my favorite table was the round one in the front right corner that looked down onto the streets below.<\/p>\n

Six of the eight chairs were taken, but that was fine by me. I only needed the two, and I like meeting new people. And on days like today, when the cafeteria was so crowded that people had to share tables, I actually got to meet some. As I weaved through all the packed tables to the front corner, I scoped out all the people sporking into their cake. Were they liking it? Was it gonna taste better than it looked?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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