Lars stood outside the door, hesitating.He entered to find a small office.There was just enough room for an untidy desk and a rehydrater.Mark Samovar sat at the desk, a balding man who had recently started putting on weight.He was busy working, but when the door opened, he looked up and smiled warmly.â€?Lars!Why of all the people who could have walked through my door, you were the one I least expected.Greetings.Have a seat and tell me what brings you to my office.â€?Lars sat across from him.He smiled nervously and spoke.â€?My previous commision just ended.I’m out of work, and looking for a new position.â€? “Lars!Don’t tell me that the Party Vocation Commitee didn’t offer you a new position.There’s nothing wrong with your record.â€? “They did, but I have something specific in mind. I want to man an Atmospheric Generator.â€?