For a long time, I would ride the bus to South Station down I-93. Along the way, while going over one of the bridges, I would look up and see a Kaplan Career Institute, and situated behind it across the street some factory with a giant smokestack. In my mind, the two always got put together, and I started to envision a factory that stamped out middle-aged businessmen with a plain suit and briefcase, ready to walk into almost any large company in the world and start doing work.
This story came out of that.
For fun, I’ve opted to write it in small sections and post them weekly.
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