InteriorsInteriorsHolocene RoomReading: Open fileReadingOpen fileNeed to knowMy clearancePreview cardDistrictsPitol TractPossible conversations38'NO', in black marker, prefixes the word 'EXIT'.Lines1"CASCADE." The barest of nods. "I've been playing 'I Spy' relentlessly with myself to pass the time. Pretty even as things stand, but I'm…Lines1,138A faint draft whistles through the hatch. There's another room under this one.Lines1A flash of a young boy, feet dangling, bracing for a needle in a cold office.Lines1A glistening, fungal tapestry spreads quietly.Lines1A precision drill glints in the surgical light.Lines1A reading pile in three languages. Mostly about psychic phenomena.Lines1A sheet of thick paper lies on the floor, folded in half and partially covered by shadow.Lines44A steel rod jammed between the blades. Death by sabotage.Lines1A typed page lies upside-down in a stack of similarly formatted files. The cover reads: 'Remote Viewing Testimonial N.28'.Lines71Another inscrutable acronym. What could it mean?Lines1Down below, a viscous carpet of grey-green undulates softly.Lines1More conversations 26Encrypted notes. Each paragraph uses its own cypher-type -- impressive.Lines1Far above, past the concrete, the wind carries the sweet sting of salt and crushed grass.Lines1Feel the weight of those papers. It's all in there, the culmination to this madness.Lines1Gouge marks. These buttons were pried out and re-seated many times.Lines1Handwritten reports, all ear-marked. Lonely nights down here.Lines1High-clearance badge request for 'Tiago Silva'. Dated 76.Lines1Industrial drainage. It'll flush away whatever drips through the floor.Lines1Ink on metal: 'BUTANE', and a column of dates. Last refilled three days ago.Lines1Looks dirty, but the seams are spotless. That suit's inspected regularly.Lines1M.I.H.O.'s report on inter-matter phasing is still there, and still tempting.Lines67Needles in the red.Lines1New wires cleanly spliced into old circuitry. Days, maybe weeks of work.Lines1Repurposed conference table, its legs sawn. The 'mattress' is industrial foam.Lines1Screens covered in black tape. No chance of reflection.Lines1Scribbled under a warning sign: 'CHECK PRESSURES HOURLY.'Lines1Stashed rations. Frantic hoarding against an endless winter.Lines1Straps with steel ratchets. No getting out of that.Lines1Surgical lights -- modern ones.Lines1Tally marks -- rations and calories. Survival calculated by the month.Lines1Teal drapes hang still, remembering old stains -- and bracing for ones to come.Lines1The mould's tendrils rise gently as you approach.Lines123The open hatch beckons.Lines1The ration pack crinkles as you turn it over.Lines100The tabletop is splattered with the drying blood of your old friend.Lines537Thick cables -- an addition. Their outer sheath screams 'high voltage'.Lines1Water echoes in the pipes.Lines1Other interiorsPuzzle RoomSiloMy accountContribute
