It was her day in “the newsroom” as she still called it. The Editor didn’t require journalists to come in, in fact it encouraged them not to – cost savings – but she liked to come in. Her flat was so small and full of others trying to work that she liked to get out. She looked around and remembered her first shift, a dreamer imagining the stories she’d break, the waves she’d make. That first story, picking the best: setting the agenda. Her first job today was reading and publishing a similar Top10 piece. She wondered what the algorithm had decided.