[color=f7941d]Bernardo - Nothing out of the Ordinary[/color] 
Thursday; November 30, 2130 - 8:15am

There was almost a sense of disbelief walking outside and anxiously waiting for the bus to get on the bus, this was a life Bernardo still needed to apt to after his days in college were over. The nights of staying up and reciting mathematical formulas, doing proofs, or code compiling programs and there was a sense of comfort in that internal struggle, the feeling of being in-objectively intimacy after a long and stressful day the moment when you finished your tiresome homework or written a few thousand line of code and finally put your head down to rest; This was nothing like what his job is today. There was truly nothing to rest on after a 'long day' and the moment you did, you were gawked at then scolded. Only to be condescended on like an lazy animal but Bernardo could be in worse conditions as it could be much worse. 

While Bernardo stood outside, he listened to the classical music that he first found in college that used to help him sleep, relax, or concentrate. As much as there was comfort in the things he loved doing in college in contrast to what he was doing in work, an definite juxtaposition and a painful mentality, if there was any comfort in anything it would be most certainly the fact that he was going home after a long day on a Friday and waiting to get a beer with his friends Jerald and Thomas. The music he was listening to was the Mozart 'Divertimento in D major, K. 136', a tune he first found in college after making an acquaintance of the College Symphony who one day were playing Chamber music at the Science Building, it was a pleasing nostalgia that transcended him from his boredom from work. Still waiting on the sidewalk outside of his apartment complex, he saw the bus fly in from a distance before descending down to take him to his job. 

In a slow, yet progressive attempt to grasp the reality that he was going to work, Bernardo soon found himself look up towards the steps and the amiable bus driver who came to greet him. After a short 30 second of introductory exchanges and laughs, Bernardo soon turned casually to see most likely one of the only co-workers who he sees on weekends, Gerald. With a reciprocation of nods and smiles, Bernardo found his way to his usual seat. The bus itself was small since it was there to pick up at most 20 or so other colleagues as the driver was exclusively paid to do, just the employees that lived near the area. As the hover bus ascended into the sky, and made its way to other apartments of other colleagues who lived nearby; Just three more stops before it would take all of them to their work. Luckily there was Gerald to talk to, someone who could get his mind off both the utter boredom and what has been bothering him this morning. 

As they exchanged in short conservation, Bernardo tried to make the best of his morning by listening and watching what was going on outside from his window. There was surly comfort in regularly seeing the people who are relevant in your life, although a greater disappointment in never truly knowing who any of them are, even if they are 'just your colleagues or superiors.' The lives they lived, the people they fell in love with, their aspirations as children compared to now- their stories as human beings and not crazed, repetitive, robots. As they talked, Bernardo's eyes soon drifted away into the streets below him with a glance at the crowded streets below as other men and women (who he supposed were also bored of their jobs) all speedily made their way to work. An essential way to survive, is to become apt to the surroundings you are in, even if it meant being uncomfortable. Bernardo saw that all men were all slaves in one way or another, he could read it in their faces: the discomfort of going out, the trapped condemnation of labor and the digital mediums they escaped to was all almost too real. A break from painful reality. All of them with blank faces, their motives not entirely their own. All except for one soul he saw down there in the abyss that was the crowded streets below Nepago, a boy as a matter in fact, trapped and was being shoved by a crowd of distracted pedestrians, who Bernardo saw holding what appeared to be book. The boy had a goofy gesture, something nobody else could see around them. 

[i]There's a fish out of water[/i] He thought to himself as he also tried to also keep track of the conversion Gerald was trying to have with him, responding with a 'uh-huh', 'yea' or a simple 'okay.' The odd soul almost brought some optimism to Bernardo, a wry, wondering, and deviant individual who seemed to be obviously out of place and lost in his own world and yet so intact with what was going on around him. The bus soon began to turn a corner as it passed through the buildings, Bernardo hoped the best for whoever that deviant soul was down there. 

The bus then stopped to it's designated area, the blue Elias building on the northwest edge of town. There were about four of them around the city of Nepago, all of them were as brightly large as the other. Bernard and Gerald pushed themselves up and stepped into the large, illustrious building to head to work. Both men then raced to find a spot for themselves in a somewhat spacious elevator before pressing the button so others  couldn't come in to crowd the platform. Gerald smiled as the one man lost his chance of coming in as the doors abruptly shut on him. Everyone in the elevator who were there inside with them were completely unfamiliar to both men but one group of men stood out, their odd behavior almost obvious and the moment they left the elevator, Gerald gave a small chuckle who then proceeded a silent remark about them being nerds, they were after all in a large computer company with essentially thousands of programmers. Typical Gerald. 

[color=f7941d]"Y'know, I'd honestly rather work in a room of full nerds than pretentious dickwads who nit-pick everything uttered from your mouth for sport."[/color] Replied Bernardo, referring to Gerald's boss. 

[color=8493ca]"Oh yeah, what's the difference?"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Nerds aren't that socially bright, plus even if they do those things, they never anything to intentionally destroy you, thus is the workplace. You wouldn't know the difference, I guess that's why you work under me."[/color] He replied, trying to sound as mockingly ignorant and Gerald in an attempt to tease him. 

[color=8493ca]"Fair enough."[/color] Gerald added which was then followed with a small chuckle. [color=8493ca]"You do want to hang next weekend?"[/color]  

[color=f7941d]"Like always? Sure thing, just don't forget to invite Thomas, or he'll get pissed off like last time again."[/color] 

[color=8493ca]"I thought that was your job?"[/color] He playfully added, leaving the elevator at the 278th floor. [color=8493ca]"Don't worry, I will. See you tomorrow."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"I'll see you around."[/color] He replied, watching Gerald turn his back while the heavy metal doors in front of him closed and took him to the 345th floor where he would officially start his day in Elias.