Business must be good. There was a hum of excitement and energy which infused the quarters of RoboMedics. Inc. Two additional offices were being remodeled near the elevators-the company logo was being painted on the doors. In the reception area a youngish man with longish hair leaned back in a chair, feet up on the desk, talking into a portable phone. The sign on the desk read "Phoebe Harris." The young man, not missing a syllable of the torrent of technical computerese he was exchanging with the caller on the phone, smiled and motioned Will somewhere in the direction of the back offices.

Will passed two empty offices following the sound of a spirited conversation. At last he came to a room from which laughter was evident. He paused at the door. It was clearly some kind of work room. There were two long table with the glowing screens of computer monitors were sitting side by side with several odd machines and pieces of equipment. A drafting table was electronically linked to one of the computers. The drawing on the screen reflecting the drawing on the white board of the drafting table. Some kind of order seemed to have been imposed on the general clutter of files, books, and papers which were stacked in various places. A tornado of brightly colored sticky notes seemed to have recently passed through the room. Not a single piece of furniture or wall space had apparently escaped flurries of the ubiquitous squares of paper---even the wide picture window which made up the fourth wall of the room had the reminders plastered in little clusters. It looked like some mad artist was creating a three dimensional mosaic.

A man and a woman were seated near one of the tables which held the remnants of lunch. Another man was sitting Indian fashion on the floor in format of them. They were all talking at the same time. The overlapping conversations broke off when the man on the floor looked up and noticed Will.

He sprang to his feet and bounded over to grasp Will's hand. "Hey, you must be Will. I'm Peter Brittan and this is Shan and B.J." Shan, the woman, and B.J., the man, were programmers.

Peter continued, "My partner Gordy is manning the phones while our secretary is at lunch. And there you have our little group." Will knew that Peter Brittan was the developer of the RBA and founder of RoboMedics.

"Checked out some of your Web stuff, Will.. Pretty cool." Peter's admiration seemed genuine. "We could use a guy like you. Software documentation, Web sites, training, tech shows, conference presentations. Want a job?"

At the surprised look on Will's face, Peter burst out laughing. "Hey, man, I don't have time to piddle around with a bunch of interview crap. I make up my mind quickly. Your work is quality and you look like you'd fit in. What more need be said? But I guess you better have a chance to check us out first."