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JOURNAL ENTRY #6: HOTEL-LIKE LOBBY
I followed the pantry stairs down and down. Now I’m standing in a wide vaulted area so far underground that I just heard the whoosh of a subway train above me. So much concrete weighs on my head that I can hardly breathe. The electricity down here must be on a NCP back-up system, since the low-wattage lights on the walls are still working. This must have originally been one of the time-traveling way stations used by the Old People. Those newspaper dispensers selling The Discordian and The Fedic Daily prove it. On the far side of the lobby there is even a kiosk with a sign in its dusty window advertising trips to SEPTEMBER 11, 2001. How sick is that? |
I’ve just tried using the DOORCOM terminals, but they’re not online. One is completely dead and the other has an issue with its data connection. I’ll take a quick look around and then I’ll move on to the tunnel.