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AISHA had been given a uniform. It was a suit, similar to the one she used to wear, but she found that she liked the new uniform better. It consisted of a brown vest, a black tie, a white shirt and a pair of brown pants, and by all means, it wasnβt very different from her old grey suit. But everyone else at the TVA was wearing this suit, and she liked this feeling a lot. The feeling that she fit in.Β
When she walked down the hallway, employees with an outfit just like her waved her hello, and asked her how her evening went. Sometimes they even invited her to join them for their morning coffee in the break room. She did not drink coffee (or anything for that matter) but she had gotten used to joining them anyway. She stood next to them, and talked, and they talked to her, too. She was no longer a THING people interacted with for their own amusement, she was part of a group.
Yes, she liked her uniform a lot.
This morning, she was standing in the break room, talking to a colleague, Mobius. Mobius was a nice man who liked jet skis a lot, she had learned.Β
βHow was your evening?β she asked, for she always enjoyed it, when people asked her that.
