Going Harvey in the Big HouseBig G’s first thought each wake time was how much he missed his drawer in his old sector of the House. His new cube was too big.
Rubbing his eyes with a beefy hand, he sat up on his sleep shelf, ducking his head needlessly from habit born of years of waking in a drawer. Triggered by his movement, the ceiling tiles glowed to full brightness.
Big G looked around his cube. Dull green walls. A floor covered with a grey coarse carpet. His private in-chute and dis-chute in the opposite wall, with a hidden compartment big enough to make his few personal items seem lonely lying inside. He shook his head. All of this luxury still made him uneasy.
But what bothered him most was the size of the cube. Six and a half feet long, and five feet wide, with a ceiling so far o
