Outlook (1985)

The halls were all alike. Made of a luminescent white metal, they stretched for miles in every direction. Every ten meters there was a door. Every fourth door was the entrance to another corridor. The other three opened into rooms.

The rooms were empty, bare and lonely. It was impossible to tell if they had been inhabited yesterday, or a million years before.

Every wall was lined with machinery of every possible shape, size and color. The one similarity in all of them was the lack of switches, knobs and dials. The machines didn’t need humans any longer.


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