“Unfortunately, this place is not well equipped to deal with reality…”
The little girl looked up from her desk. She did not know where she was.
“All of his coworkers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room. Perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”
Who was Stanley? The little girl didn’t know. She stood up and walked out of the tiny office.
Outside, the room looked the same: Cubicles with computers and papers, but no one around. Feeling curious, she explored the room, knocking at doors, trying doorknobs, pressing buttons on computers. But nothing happened.
She continued through the open door, taking in everything in her surroundings. She skipped along, excited by this strange new place. And then the voice came back. She wondered where it was coming from.
“When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.”
The little girl faced the doors, confused. Which one? She was too young to kn