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  1. The first floor of the Consumer International building was crammed with people of all different races, religions and creeds looking to do one thing. Consume. They were all walking through the long entrance hall towards the split staircase-slash-escalator; the staircase enjoying fewer shoppers while the escalator heaved the masses. Wolfgang and Natalia entered from the parking garage through the automatic sliding glass doors, moving through the sea of sweaty arms and collars, women in sweatpants and dresses, men in suits and turbans. The Consumer International Corporation did not discriminate; everyone was a potential shopper.
  2. Wolfgang and Natalia waded through the crowd, trying to reach a terminal for directions. The building was like a maze, or so I’ve heard, thought Wolfgang. He had never been inside the large, pyramid-shaped building, a building with so many specific things to sell, a building with an awful red color scheme, a violent, shrieking red. He wondered how it drew in such a crowd with that hideous red. The specificity of the items they sold made it a mecca for the smart shopper, and no amount of torturous, eye-gouging colors could keep them away.It wasn’t a specialty store, he thought, it was THE specialty store. Wolfgang tilted his head up and heard pop tunes coming from the loudspeaker. The music echoed off the metal beams and structures holding up the ceiling, a ceiling reminiscent of a factory’s. The music then came back down, and upon sounding natural at first, took on a dissonant and tinny quality, like a noisy Disco record being played through a tin can.
  3. Wolfgang was now experiencing the first stages of an immense migraine, but before he could comprehend the name of the tune being amplified so viciously through the metal beams, Natalia made a hole in the crowd of multinationals and planted herself, and Wolfgang, firmly in front of a terminal with a red map.
  4. Wolfgang looked at the white dashes, an arrow pointing to the corner of the first floor map:
  5. YOU ARE HERE.
  6. “Look Natalia, this is where we are.” He said pointing to the arrow.
  7. “That’s great and all, my love, but we don’t need this map, we need to look at the different levels on the side of the map, right here.”
  8. 1. Entrance
  9. 2. Furniture
  10. 3. Clothing
  11. 4. Grocery
  12. 5. Hardware and Appliances
  13. 6. Tools
  14. Etc.etc.etc.
  15. The list of levels went on into two columns, fifteen levels on each side. They scanned the list twice to make sure they had the right level.
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