 Penguin Random House Audio presents the every, or at last a sense of order, or the final days of free will, or limitless choice is killing the world by Dave Eggers, narrated by Dion Graham for V. Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact. Philip Cather. If at first the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it. Albert Einstein. Is there not also, perhaps, besides the innate desire for freedom, an instinctive wish for submission? Eric Frohm. Note. This story takes place in the near future. Don't try to work out any anachronisms of time and physics occur on purpose. All errors pertaining to technology, chronology, or judgment are intentional and exist to serve you better. 1. Delaney emerged from the dim subway and into a world of sterling light. The day was clear and the sun struck the bay's numberless waves and threw golden sparks everywhere. Delaney turned away from the water and walked a hundred feet to the every campus. This alone, taking the subway, making her way to the gate unaccompanied without a vehicle, made her an anomaly and confused the gate's two guards standing in their booth. Their domain was glass, pyramidal, like the tip of a crystalline obelisk. You walked here? Asked one of the guards. Rowena, by her badge, was maybe thirty, raven-haired and dressed in a crisp yellow top, snug like a bicycle bib. She smiled, revealing an endearing gap between her two front teeth. Delaney provided her name and said that she had an interview with Dan Faraday. Finger, please? Rowena asked. Delaney put her thumb on the scanner and a grid of photos, videos, and data appeared on Rowena's screen. There were pictures of Delaney she hadn't seen herself. Was that a gas station in Montana? In the full-body shots, she was slouching the burden of her too-tall teenhood. Standing by the booth, Delaney straightened her posture as her eyes wandered over images of her in her park ranger uniform, at a mall in Palo Alto, riding a bus in what looked to be Twin Peaks. You grew your hair hat? Rowena said. Still short, though. Delaney reflexively ran her fingers through her thick black bob. Sample complete. Ready to continue?