I only need to read the first result to find out what I’m looking for. It is uniMIND’s main website, and it lists all the locations where they have facilities. There is the campus we came from in California. The next closest is in Germany, which is across an entire continent and an entire ocean. After the German location, the next closest is in China, which is even farther. They are both many thousands of miles away.

“ADA, do you think Car can fly?”

“No, I do not.”

“What about travel over water?”

“I would not trust Car to drive through a deep puddle.”

My biofuel container goes cold and heavy. My hopes of finding Gina shrink.

I do not know what to do. So, I rely on my purpose. I learn.

Scrolling through several pages of results, my eyes land on one that is different. It is a newspaper article titled “Does uniMIND Have a Secret Facility?”

I click the link and find myself staring at a photograph of a bald man with a red face smiling so broadly all his teeth are showing. The text beneath the picture says “Hank Guff, Former uniMIND Employee.”

The first line of the article is a quote from Hank Guff: “It all started with the pigs.”

Reading on, I learn things.

I learn that Hank Guff was something called a “form processor” at uniMIND, and that he really loves pigs. He decorated his entire workspace with pigs. Pig calendars. Pig coffee mugs. Pig figurines. Pig stickers. Many, many pigs, on every surface available to him.

One day, his uniMIND supervisor told him he had to get rid of his pigs.

“It made no sense,” Guff says in the article. “The pigs weren’t hurting anyone. They weren’t preventing me from doing my job. I was still processing my 1080 TPBs on time, and my RUXP-R1ENSTs were cleaner than anyone in the whole department. What’s my pigs got to do with anything?”

The article says Guff’s supervisor claimed his pigs violated corporate culture.