I was moving on up. Finally. After all this time, I was getting a break. It was during my 9am message appropriation time that I discovered a letter from my manager. My schedule had been altered off of it's regular course to incorporate a meeting with him. That must mean good news. I told Jim this during lunch. I told him, "Jim, I'm moving on up." Jim chewed on his bits of processed gruel and commented, "Really?" "Yeah. Meeting with Jones at 4pm." "Not everyone meets with Jones. Not unless the schedule allows it." And that was true. He managed the day to day operations of four hundred thousand of Earth's worker. Nearly 0.001% of the total population, so looking at it that way it felt like a drop in the bucket, but 400,000 is still a lot of people. So I went about my day as usual. The line of people that shuffled through sector forty seven brought me over to my three by three cubicle, where I finally got a chance to stretch out. There's so many people everywhere else, it becomes difficult to stretch while still maintaining body space restrictions. After work I shuffled along with the line and stepped off to see Jones. Jones worked in a five by five office, complete with a desk and two chairs. The space! Gods, the space! Jim said, "You're moving on up. You start your new job tomorrow." He explained the finer details, but what intrigued me was the new residence as a perk of promotion. When I finally saw it that night, it was amazing. It was attached to a tremendous cylinder that stretched hundreds of feet in the wide open hall. I was directed to my spot on level thirty two. A panel opened and a tin slid out. It had enough room for me to lay in and move about my arms and legs, and maybe even roll over. Much bigger than my old residence. I moved in my things. My photo of my assigned girlfriend. My photo of the 10x10 apartment I dreamed of owning. One day me and my girl will move there. One day that space will be ours. I thought about that apartment as the sleeping gas poured through the vent and the day was done.