As we removed the boxes from the back of the transport and stacked them in the far corner of the featureless room we pondered their purpose. Given their featurelessness, we agreed in our independent conclusions that they were individual nodes in a massively distributed system that probably communicated via infrared or RF. Beyond that, conjecture was useless. As more and more of them accumulated in the corner, I felt compelled to come up with some way to refer to their aggregate. Since the plural of ox was oxen, it seemed right to call the black cubes boxen.
Why they had us moving the boxen was hard to say: probably the typical governmental stupidity that I'd come to know and depend upon. Had they had epsilons come in and move the things, the boxen would have been met with a complete indifference and an inherent inability to even approach their significance. But the two of us had Sec clearances; Tri had his doctorate in Nanotech and I would be presenting my thesis in Biochem at the end of the semester, and we both knew that these boxen were not everyday toys.
1 It was at this point that I knew I was dreaming: in real life I'm colorblind.
2 To this day I can't be in the same room as a television not tuned to any channel because of the whining sound it makes.