Paul got to Z Funktion at 11:14. He left Rohit to park in the lot out front, whichhad its own recharging station in the center flanked by two rows of brand-new electrics.Like almost every other startup incubator he’d seen the building was a repurposed factorymill, definitely at least a century old but the brick façade somehow brand-new looking.Testament to the twin engines of innovation and optimism driving the economy’s latestupcycle.In the front entrance Chilbert found Humain listed on the first floor, in betweensomething called Floow to one side and JustMob to the other. The building directoryitself was a play on the periodic table, with two-letter abbreviations illustrating eachstartup’s office. At full occupancy, every element in its place. Chilbert logged in on thetab.
Paul Chilbert is at Z Funktion, [address]
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365 Things to do in Boston before you die.[Other Facebook status updates here.]
Chilbert made his way down the hall. Energy exuding from each office, electronsin excess, along with music from what looked to be a functional dee-jay’s setup at theend of the hall. He paused at the door for
Fl, trying to figure out by the logo affixed to itwhat the company might be or do. The three Os in Flooow encircling each other so thatthe word appeared spelled correctly, concentric rings in progressively darker shades of orange. No way of telling what for, or why. He continued down the hall.Before the door to Humain Chilbert paused to wait for Rohit. Better to enter withan intern than alone. Every gesture of legitimacy considered, plotted. The kid wasseriously going to have to start moving faster, though; they’d lost at least a few contactsat the conference because Rohit had been trying to take notes. Chilbert had to figure out away to get across that it didn’t matter, none of the details mattered.At least it gave him a minute to check the count again.1,199Chilbert was trying to will it to tip over when Rohit came jogging around thecorner, his left shirt hem hanging out. Again the flare of rage, coloring at the very endinto disgust. As though he were the one standing between Chilbert and the next thousand.He jabbed at the kid’s waistline with his tab, hopefully hard enough to hurt a little.Moving to the threshold while Rohit still struggled with the shirt.They didn’t have to knock because the door was already open. As Chilbert put onhis smile a white dog came running, its tail wagging over the potential for a new sourceof play.“Don’t mind Max, he likes to greet everyone when they get here. We call him theofficial Humain welcoming committee.” Marc was close behind, his arms open. He andChilbert hugged as though they’d known each other for years, although it hadn’t beenmore than half a day since the conference.“I’ll have to train Rohit to do the same. You’re studying this, right?” Chilbertturning back to address Rohit, who seemed uncertain whether to take this as an actualinstruction.2