Galian was his name. He hated it but had no reason to. Others had worse names. Jumememe for example. Huxuuxux for another example. 77777777A7777777 for yet another example. They were all nice people but just had no luck and therefore were tainted. Kick 'em out! Lots of bad names out there and Galian lucked out in the name department. Any combination of characters was a viable name in the year 2010101010 and he should be so lucky that his was something the average human mouth could pronounce without difficulty.

His last name however was a different story. It had been purged from the records for reasons he had never learned. Under the Name Accord of 20202528 he was forbidden from:

1. Learning The Reasons

And that’s just the way it goes here in year 2010101010. Galian was a janitor at H.R.S.T.V.V.W.X.O.L. Smith High School. He liked his job. It had been randomly assigned to him at birth which was not so much a problem for him as it was for those who were assigned impossible jobs, jobs such as Chief Debilimatrix Coordinator or Interspatial Director or even Famous Clipper. Infants could not perform these careers with any particular aptitude so they were incinerated. That’s just the way it goes here in year 2010101010.

Galian sighed to himself. Mustn’t show discontent he reminded his mind. He swept the spotless floor of imaginary debris, the invisible broom he was holding making inaudible noises that bothered no one. If you look like you’re working, you must be working, the Job Charter said. That was Rule #1 on the Job Charter. He had not written the Job Charter but his boss had, and since he was his own boss, in some ways that were in fact all ways he had written it. Working at this place had its perks even if it was a little boring. He liked it!

The hallway flashed in constant, deliberate intervals, a bright purple light that ignited the environment in brilliant brightness. The students here avoided the FLASHING HALLWAY for the most part which gave Galian an opportunity to reflect on everything his life represented to him, which currently was just the FLASHING HALLWAY. Hard to focus on anything else amidst these insane throbbing lights. It reminded him of his youth, when he worked as a janitor at H.R.S.T.V.V.W.X.O.L. Smith High School.

Galian blinked. That had been happening a lot lately. The blinking. Actually it had been happening his entire life so he figured it was only an essential function of the eye that helps spread tears across and remove irritants from the surface of the cornea and conjunctiva. He would not report the incident to Incidental Affairs because that affair would require paperwork. Galian disliked paperwork. It never worked. When was the last time paperwork worked? He laughed at his own clever thought that appeared in the air before him in a blast of white fog.

The babbling rabble that made up the muddled rubble in his mind ceased for a moment, but then it quickly resumed. He exited the FLASHING HALLWAY and entered another FLASHING HALLWAY. All the hallways in the school were flashing which explained how deserted they were. Someday he would get to the bottom of this.

He felt bad about sighing earlier. This wasn’t a bad job. He had no business sighing. He was just a little bored but that’s the way it goes here in year 2010101010. He thought of Melieneneene and her pretty hair. These thoughts were illegal. He looked at the mirrors that lined the halls (mirrors lined the halls by the way) to make sure he did not catch himself in the act.

How do I end this crap? Galian thought, lamenting over the words above that amounted to nothing whatsoever. Simple, his brain replied with a hint of humor. He tossed in the towel like a fighter without a fight to fight. Like this.