The train stopped at another dorm, and I thought it was just crossed wires. So I exited the car and came back in, scanned my ID thing and hit the button on the touch screen for home. The doors of the car opened and the lady robot voice said, “Destination: Grade 4 Dormitories. I hope you had a pleasant trip.” I know it’s just one of her canned phrases, but I couldn’t help thinking there was something almost snarky about the tone.
I figured out what had happened almost right away, of course. Someone in Personnel Information Processing—maybe even her of the horn-rimmed glasses herself—updated my file to reflect my change in grade, and it propagated through the system and now the transit system thinks that I live here even though I haven’t been assigned new quarters yet and my stuff is all still back in level 3.
Oh well. I wanted to see how the other half lives. So far it seems like they live a lot like the first half. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the living quarters are built to a common plan. On a lark I decided to check on my padphone to see if it would point me to my old room or to my room to be. It looks I’ve already been assigned a space. It’s even the same number as my previous one, with just the first digit changed: 4117.
Actually, now that I’ve typed that out, I’m kind of halfway expecting that this will be a glitch. If the first digit just represents the grade/floor and the other three digits are stored separately, then the same error that routed me here in the first place might be affecting how the field displays.
Well, whatever. I’m not looking forward to figuring out who I even have to talk to in order to get this sorted out. I know the way to the room it says is mine, so I might as well see if it’s actually been provisioned for me. That way I’ll have somewhere private for when I start calling around.
And if nothing else, then maybe I’ll be able to get into the ventilation system and find a way back to my old dorm.