Cal was getting up. He slept well up here. Everything was made for it, optimized and focused. The most important thing. Or one of them, as they would tell them. There was a hierarchy here, like on earth but it was to help them do the best work. But, unlike on
earth
these things were all taken care of sleep, food, and coffee. They were told they would sleep well and eat well, and they did. When you arrived they gave you a routine, tailored to your personalities. Cals was simple he woke up, and the window would open, then the room would slowly get lighter and lighter, then he then had to do a walk for 30 minutes. Simple. After this he would go to the cafe. He liked this, he imagined himself slowly waking up. He made his bed, then went to a canteen. This canteen in the morning was like a cafe, with cakes and baked goods. Later it looked like a canteen, with long tables and later still it turned to a restaurant where the tables were arranged in smaller groups.
