“We should step into a different hall, or better yet, a classroom.” He pointed down the hallway to our left. “How about that one?”
It didn’t look bad.
Earthmover had molded the whole installation out of rock, and he (or someone who worked for him) had kept an eye on aesthetics. The track lighting illuminated reddish-orange rock. Paintings and photos on the walls showed pictures of the West—the Rocky Mountains, the city of Denver at night, desert thunderstorms, and mesas. There were several doors in the hall, and windows let us look into each of them from the hall.
“This way,” he said and walked through the closest door. Continue reading Everybody’s Got One: Part 9