Well if there was any doubt that this is officially my new dorm, it’s gone now. Not only did my badge open the door to room 4117, but all my stuff was moved into it while I was out. And I don’t mean it was just packed up and sent over. Everything I own, everything I had in my Grade 3 quarters, is now present in my nearly identical Grade 4 quarters in exactly the same position and state as I’d left it. My new bed is made up with my old sheets and blankets, but it’s not made, it’s disheveled exactly the way I disheveled it getting out bed. The comforter’s folded over exactly the same way. I would swear even the creases are the same. This is easily the third or fourth eeriest thing I’ve seen since I started working here.
The same dirty clothes are on the floor, crumpled in exactly the same way. I left a dirty milk glass out on the counter of the kitchenette and the same glass is in the same spot. The same unwashed dishes are in the same positions in the dishwasher. The soap compartment was even closed, and when I opened it, the dish detergent powder I’d left for the next time I ran it came spilling out. I have no way of verifying this, but I have a strong conviction that whoever did the packing carefully picked up every grain that fell out of the original dishwasher and brought it here. I’d think they had brought the whole dishwasher, but this one’s newer.
The fridge is also a slightly different model, but the contents look like they’ve been copied and pasted. These guys must have been working with reference photos and surveyors’ tools.
I have no idea what tomorrow’s going to be like, but at this point I don’t care. I’m done questioning things for now. Federated Para-Sciences moves in mysterious ways. All I can do is move with it.