The room had been measured many times.
Every wall had been recorded. Every angle checked. Every distance compared against the others.
The instruments agreed about almost everything.
Except the center.
Each survey produced a slightly different answer.
The surveyors recalibrated their instruments. They changed their reference points. They checked the measurements again.
Still, the center moved.
One afternoon, a boy entered the room.
He walked quietly toward the place the surveyors had marked on their latest map.
He stopped.
One of the surveyors asked him why.
The boy looked around.
“This is the center.”
“How do you know?”
He shrugged.
“Because I was standing there.”
The surveyors looked at one another.
They explained the measurements. The competing calculations. The problem with choosing one position over another.
The boy listened.
Then he walked away.
One of the surveyors remained.
She looked at the map for a long time.
Eventually, she stopped trying to find the center.
Nothing in the room changed.
And yet, for the first time, it seemed larger.
We Are All Data Inside 
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