He sat at his desk from nine to five. The desk was made of particleboard and it had a scratch on the left side that he had made with a box cutter approximately three years ago and he had never filed it smooth because it was there now and filing it would require effort and he was not good at effort.

The boxes came at nine in the morning and they were delivered by a man named Dennis who had a face like a bulldog and a voice like a garbage disposal and who always asked the same question: How are you today. He is not asking, he is stating. He is saying How are you today as a way of confirming his own existence and the existence of the person who is sitting behind the desk and he is not interested in the answer because the answer is always the same: I am fine. How are you. I am fine. Good, Dennis says. He drops the box on the floor. He leaves.

He codes the characters. He codes them every day from nine to five. He codes them in the system that he has been coding them in for approximately five years and he has forgotten how he learned to code them and he has forgotten what the codes mean and he has forgotten whether the codes are for a language he knows or a language he does not know. He knows only that the characters come in the boxes and he codes them and the codes go into the machine.

The machine sits on the right side of the desk and it hums when it is working and it makes a clicking sound when it is finished. He does not look at the output of the machine. He has been instructed not to look at the output. He has been instructed to code the characters and to file the output in the appropriate folder and to go home and to return the next day.

He has never questioned these instructions. He has never asked where the output goes. He has never wondered what the characters mean. He has been good at his job and his job has been good at keeping him employed and this arrangement has served both parties adequately for approximately five years.

Today is different.

Today he is coding character number thirty-two thousand four hundred and twelve when he notices something wrong. The character is in a position that it should not be in. He has coded it before, thousands of times, and he recognizes it, and he recognizes that he has been coding it wrong for several weeks. He has been putting the character in the wrong code group and the machine has been accepting it and filing it and humming and clicking and he has been watching it do so and saying nothing.

He sits there and he looks at the character and he tries to remember what the character means. He has seen it hundreds of thousands of times. He has coded it tens of thousands of times. But he cannot remember what it means. He has forgotten the word. He has forgotten what the word meant.

He looks at the character and it looks back at him, encoded in four characters of alphanumeric code, and he understands that the character has meaning that he has forgotten and that the machine has been filing the wrong code and that the output is wrong and that he has been wrong for weeks and he did not notice because he was not supposed to notice.

He codes the character correctly. He files the output in the correct folder. He goes home. He does not tell anyone.

The next day the boxes come again. Dennis asks how he is. He says he is fine. Dennis says he is fine. He drops the box. He leaves. He codes the characters. He notices another wrong position. And another. And another. He has been wrong for a month.

He codes the characters correctly. He codes them all. He codes them all correctly. He sits in the dark at five o'clock and the machine has finished its work and he has not looked at the output and he does not know what the output says and he does not know what the characters mean and he knows only that he has coded them correctly for the first time in a month and that this will change nothing because tomorrow the boxes will come again and he will code them again and he will forget again and the machine will hum and click and no one will know the difference.

He goes home. He sits in his apartment. He looks at the wall. He thinks about the character he has forgotten. He thinks about the code he has corrected. He thinks about the boxes that come every day and the machine that hums and clicks and the output that goes somewhere he does not know to.

He goes to work the next morning. The boxes arrive. Dennis asks how he is. He says he is fine. Dennis says he is fine. He codes the characters. He codes them. The machine hums and clicks. The output goes somewhere. The day passes. The boxes do not come again.

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