His first day

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True to his word, the car sent by Hank arrived bright and early that morning. The neighbors had come outside to gawk at the small, white, cube-like car. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.  It was trimmed in blue lighting, with a glowing blue C on the doors. Out of it stepped a young, clean-cut man. He wore green scrubs and glasses. Michael trusted him, he seemed friendly enough. More importantly, Michael's mother liked him; Perhaps a little too much. Michael kissed his mother on the forehead, and sat his bag in the back of the car. As the bag thudded against the carpeted trunk a small tube emerged from the back seat and began spraying it with disinfectant. Michael apologized to the driver, but there was no response. It wasn't until he sat in the passenger seat he realized why, the car had no driver. In the place of its steering wheel sat a crisp OLED display. It pinged and blinked, like a radar. It showed four glowing dots, each a different color. One of which Michael recognized as his address. The car urged him to put on his seat-belt, which he promptly clicked into place. After a three hour drive, Michael found himself in a forest. The trees created a valley of brown and green, only separated by the faded black and yellow striped asphalt. Michael was worried for his mother, or perhaps he just feared being alone. Regardless, he began to truly think this would solve their problems; He prayed it would. The car neared a massive metal fence, Guards patrolled a catwalk on its top. It pulled into a cube-like structure connected to the fence, and the door slammed shut behind it. A small pipe-like machine rode from the dashboard in front of Michael, the screen instructed him to look at it. It quickly flashed a blinding white light, taking a photo of the young man. The door in front of him buzzed, and began to open. The car slowly rolled forward, before stopping again. A small but well-built man approached the car. He wore a black and blue military uniform and a dark blue cap. The window rolled itself down, and the man glanced in the car. He popped his gum, and stuck out his hand for Michael to shake it. 

"You must be the new guy" He said. 

"Yes sir, My names Michael." Michael replied, shaking the stranger's hand. 

The guard smiled. "Well Michael, Here's your badge." He said, Holding out a small rectangle. On it was printed the photo the car had just taken, It was hardly a flattering picture. "I'd put a hustle in kid, big mans waiting for ya".

Michael clipped the badge to his shirt, and nodded. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" He asked.

 The guard pointed to a small, brass nametag. On it was engraved "A. Mitchel".  He looked down at the badge, and back up at Michael. "Adam. you can call me Adam." The guard said. 

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Adam." Michael said. 

Adam nodded "The complex is about a mile that way." He said, smacking the top of the car. The car seemed to recognize that meant goodbye, as it quickly rolled it's windows up and jerked forward. It would be fifteen minutes before Michael got a glimpse of the complex, the massive building was blue and white, with a domed glass ceiling. It was sized more like a small city than a medical facility. The car pulled up to the curb, and stopped. "You've reached your destination, thank you for riding with Clintax." The back seats slid open and dispensed Michael's bag, the raggedy old backpack toppled over and flopped in the floor. Michael grabbed the bag and stepped out of the car. The sidewalk was clean, as though no one had ever set foot on it. Michael saw the large glass face of the building, he pulled open the thin glass doors and stepped into a mostly empty lobby area. It looked like a cathedral, his footsteps echoed as he stepped. The ceiling hung sixty-three feet above Michael's head. The reception desk was empty, much like the rest of the room. Michael called out, "Hello?" yet no one answered. His words clattered against the walls and returned to him.  A brown wooden door crept open to his right,  and out came a young and well-kept man. He wore a dark blue suit, and a shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. His hair was slicked back. "You must be Michael!" He shouted in an excited tone. Michael nodded, "Yes sir" He said. The man smacked his hands together and gestured into the room he emerged from. "Come on in then son, I'm excited to speak with you". Michael walked into the office, it gave him the creeps. "My name is mister Blanch" The man said, sitting in front of Michael and folding his hands. "Mister Blanch? Like the head of the company, Mister Jay Blanch?" Michael asked. "The very same" Mister blanch replied. "I googled you last night! You're on track to be the world's first trillionaire, aren't you?" Michael asked. "Well, yes I am. But money means nothing to me kid, it gets you nowhere in terms of things that really matter." Mister Blanch replied, a smug grin painted across his face. "Oh, okay." Michael said, he was anything but a conversationalist. And even if he was, he doubted anyone would be quite sure how to respond to that. "So Michael, What is it that makes you so special?" Blanch asked. "Well, Hank said I have a unique blood type. Other than that, I'm just me." Michael replied. Blanch stared down his nose at Michael, as though that answer disappointed him. "Just you? I admire the modesty, pal. But I assure you, no one is just another person." Blanch said. Michael nodded in agreement. "Good, well. I just need you to sign this contract here, It's indifferent to the one Doctor green gave you, So you'll still get paid the agreed-upon amount. All this is for is to make sure you don't go around spilling company secrets." Blanch said, handing Michael a stack of papers, and a black and gold fountain pen. Michael scribbled his name, and went to hand the pen back to Mister Blanch. "Keep it, kid." Blanch said, waving it off. "Doctor Green will be waiting for you outside that door. Welcome to Clintax." He finished with a smile. Michael left the room. At the end of the massive cathedral stood Hank, waving to Michael and smiling. Michael's heart felt lighter as soon as he laid eyes on hank. Hank had a calming presence to him, he was kind. Hank shook Michael's hand excitedly, squeezing it tighter than Michael would've liked. "How are you, my friend?" He asked. "I'm good, It's good to see you again Hank." Michael replied. Hank led Michael into a large room, a laboratory filled with steel test tubes. "We had to reinforce the test tubes, just for safety precautions." Hank said. The pair stepped into a sheer silver elevator, Hank pressed his palm into an identity scanning device. As soon as he touched it, the silver box began to descend. The floor counter began counting, It began on floor 1, and began to descend. "-49", "-50"  It read. "There can't really be fifty floors, floors can there?" Michael asked. 

Hank scoffed at the question, "Pft! Of course not!" He chuckled. "There's over a hundred, with more on the way." 

 Michael stared at the man in disbelief. "Oh yes, It's true. You're standing in the largest underground facility in the world." Hank continued, "currently, Clintax is the only company with facilities underground. It took eight years to construct, and finalize this particular one. It's roughly the size of Harlem." Hank then pulled a small silver compartment down, and pressed a button it was concealing. The wall in front of them slid open, revealing a sheet of glass. "Take a look for yourself!" Hank said, cheerily. Michael glared out the window, he saw an entire ecosystem. It was like a forest, perfectly preserved beneath the earth. "We've been working to sustain a biological farm for some time, the entire facility is self-sustaining." Hank said. As the elevator dropped to another floor, Michael saw a massive hallway, separated into three floors, each filled with laboratories and offices. Some rooms had beds and kitchens, some computers and printers. It occurred to Michael some workers must live here. Countless men and women lined each and every room, some packed to the brim with scientists, others with men playing catch. Some even had pets. The elevator continued descending, finally resting on floor 329. "This will be your home for the next few weeks Michael." Hank said. The door opened slowly, revealing a room lit by white light. the ceiling rested high in the air, it mimicked the skyline. Hank led Michael out of the elevator. There where twin hallways separated by an island of trees and greens. "It feels like I'm outside." Michael said as they walked. "I'm glad! That's exactly what we intended." Hank replied. He led Michael to a set of wooden doors that sat along a silvery metal wall. A chalkboard sat above it with the name "Michael" Written in cursive lettering. "You can put your bags in here, Son. Come meet me in the conference room when you're ready." Hank said, as he turned and walked away. Michael pushed open the door to reveal a larger than expected bedroom. He had a large desktop computer, as well as a rack of movies to watch. There was a TV mounted in the corner, above Michael's bed. The bed was decorated with dark blue bed sheets, Michael's favorite color. He Glanced over to the rack of DVD's, Eighties films. They had specially designed this room to his liking. Michael sat his bag on the bed, he glanced down and next to it sat a small cardboard box. He opened it to reveal a cellphone like device. It was a thin sheet of glass with metallic ends, Michael could look through it. He pressed the small oval button on its center, and the device chimed to life. "Hello, my name is Arlo, your Clintax assigned virtual assistant." It said in a robotic female voice. The screen shined bright, and the images began to slip off the device's screen and float in the air. It was a map of the floor Michael was on. "I'm sure you'd love to relax, and I hate to discourage you from doing so, However, Doctor Greene is waiting for you in the conference room." The voice said. It showed a small red dot flashing up the hall. Michael sat the device down on the bed and began to leave. "Please take me with you, Michael! I get lonely." The device said. Michael chuckled as he picked it up, and headed toward the conference room. It was no ordinary office however, The conference room was a collection of scattered tables. It was more in line with a park than any indoor area. Michael saw Hank standing alongside two others. One, a scrawny and curly-haired young man. The other a young girl with blonde hair, She spun in her chair. She couldn't have been much older than fifteen. "So glad you're here, Michael!" Hank said. The curly-haired boy shook his head up and down, but said nothing. The girl sat up in her chair, and met Michael's eyes. "So you're Michael? Did ya like my sign?" She asked, still spinning the swivel chair around. Hank smiled and nodded at Michael, As if to reassure him.  "Uh, Yeah, sure. I mean, The lettering was pretty." Michael replied, Sitting in the chair next to her. She stopped her chair facing Michael. "Thanks, I'm kinda artsy like that." She said. "So, what're your names?" Michael asked, looking between the two strangers. "Well, This is Eddie. Eddie isn't particularly verbal, He has a high functioning form of autism." Hank said. Eddie nodded his head and stuck out his pointer finger to Michael. "He wants you to touch the tip of his finger, that's how he says hello." Hank continued. The girl sat up tall in her seat, and crossed her legs. Hank gestured towards her, signaling she was free to introduce herself. "Hi Michael," She said, grabbing his hand and shaking it furiously, "My name is Clara."

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