X, Y, Z – of the three Z was definitely the axis of evil. While practically anything could be found along X and Y, the vertical Z coordinates told a much more interesting story as the grid was mapped. It wasn’t science, but it could have been if enough of them had revealed they all thought of the same intense childhood thrill of getting the top bunk when the terrible accurate pun was first made. But they didn’t so another opportunity to look inwards was lost to the allure of removing all the mystery of the outward. Instead it was merely an observation, as the highest man made heights belonged to the most influential or the unworkmanably rich. At depths the accursed situations diversified, but a double-take was unnecessary once you definitively knew just how far underground a man could be compelled to go for shiny rocks, or the building blocks of shiny toys.
There’s a theory that the world is a giant simulation; if it’s true then their work establishing the grid coordinates of reality was instrumental in it’s creation. That was exciting for most that they might be doing the work of baby gods, though there were still a few who after a few years refused to come into the office. They remained constantly mobile, supposedly never staying in one spot longer then a single day. Over a bottle of bottle of scotch a middle aged Brazilian woman broke all protocol and proclaimed to a room of indifferent Argentinians that she refused to be made a lawn ornament ghost for the visionless future. Her car went off the road at -37.551313, -66.222694.
There were a surplus of golf ball sized drones zipping about, far more within the complex then at work outside. So much depended upon their advancement that some of the less conventional geniuses were encouraged to do nothing but play, and think, and grow mad with possibility. Today someone mentioned the classic shooter cheat “no clip” mode. Amidst all the concussions that followed no one noticed the one time it worked.