I was being interviewed for a desirable job at a startup that worked in natural language recognition, like my old job but current, possibly AI-related. There was another candidate with me and I understood we were competing for the same position. The interviewer wrote some things on a whiteboard and asked us to react. One word in particular was ambiguous. “We need to understand the context,” I declared. The man seemed impressed and I thought I’d gotten the better of my rival. I was shown around to various departments and asked to sit in on a meeting. The employees were classic startup types from way back when: young, attractive, privileged. One woman told me with a wink that all of this was a joke and I should get in and grab as much of the funding money as I could. Still there was a plan afoot to take over the world, like there always is. The CEO and the higher ups were discussing when they could finally get the product launched, get it into market. The end of the workday dissolved into people hanging out, a kind of party. No one told me where to go or what to do, or whether to come back tomorrow, though I felt somehow that I was in; I was now one of them.