[ WP ] Short story that takes place in a single elevator ride .

It was n't so long ago that I was seperated from my parents. I hardly knew 
 
 them. I know, that kind of thing get said a lot but in my case it's true. My 
 
 brothers and sisters, if you can call them that, would likely agree if you had the 
 
 chance to ever ask them. They're the quiet sort, me being something of an 
 
 exceptional figure. 
 I cut a fine figure, or so I'm told. Only the best. Far be it from me to 
 
 lecture you on the finer points of my refine physique, but I am indeed a perfect 
 
 physical specimen. 
 Such a bumpy ride, up and up and up. The noise is startling, the building decayed and a bit more rusty than I'd hope for. The economy you know. They all shake their heads, hats folded meekly before them, and repeat this now sacred mantra. Still, life must go on and business is business. 
 It is n't that I'm not glad to be in such fine -- if, somewhat cramped -- company as my fellows. But, I am sure a more clever man could create a more practical and comfortable trip than this experience is turning out to be. I have high expectations of city life. My humble beginnings on the great plains enured me of the densities of living space to which I had been earlier accustomed. Ah, well. So much for new accomodations and spaces. 
 Long last, as my trip ends, I wistfully hope that I can do much good in this world. Another grain, floating amongst my fellows, destined to become part of something to which I shall never know the name.
