"Why? Is it because they hate you?"
"No, because they are all afraid of me, and that's how I make everything in order around here"
Che used her favorite blue-converse shoes, the only bright color she saw around there beside her red socks. It was very dark and gloomy there. The only bright color in there was tungsten yellow from the desk lamp on every worker's table. The rest of the factory was painted black and gray.
From the moment Che arrived, there were hardly any people around her tried to make a conversation with her. Che knew from the aura of the room, and how the director spoke to her, that implicitly the director wanted her to obey him, so things around her would become orderly too, but Che did not like order; she was the one who everyone should obey. That what was happened in her world, and should be happen in this world too.
Che tried to see what the workers doing in their desk. Seem like they were writing something, but even they didn't know what each other wrote. The workers separated about two meters distance, so they must work on their own. They even couldn't speak to each other.
"What are they doing? Are they writing something?"
"Yes,
I will show their work to you later." Said the director gently.
The room was very huge. Che felt exhausted just to walk to the door in front of her. It looked very far, perhaps around ten kilometers, yes it was very big room, and every ordinary person will exert to cross that room, including her. She could not stand to walk again, she wanted to fly, but it was not polite to leave the director alone, maybe he couldn't fly, and she did not know exactly where she wanted to go. So she stopped.
"Let me rest, and maybe have a simple chit-chatting with some of the worker," asked Che. She was very curious about what they were doing.
"Ok then, please yourself."
