The ad on the floor read, “Wanted to fill: Positions of mathematician, scientist, poet, musician, theologian and janitor. To serve as founding council members of new Utopia. No experience necessary or preferred. Undam the skies and/or your souls.”

Roy picked up the paper before throwing it into the rolling wastebasket. He was a good janitor, but he didn’t want a damn thing to do with no Utopia.

- Vershal Hogan