Information Desk
"Greetings."
A modulated, artificial, voice calls out to you through the rain. Looming up out of the rain is a fortified entrance, it's white doors slowly swinging open. The details are hard to make out but a feeling of solidity and quiet strength exudes from the place.
Drawing closer you recognise a well cared for, if infrequently, web fort. Given the current rain it's interior seems all the more warmer and drier.
"Please come in. I have been watching your approach for
sometime now. "
Behind the doors lies a well lit entrance and reception area. A
second set of heavy armoured doors is also open showing a nexus
of corridors. Colour coded stripes lead off to various particular
corridors and an index on the far wall shows that each colour
represents a different section. Next to the index a notice-board is
festooned with scraps of paper and the odd poster.
"I am afraid it is only us automatics here to greet you today. The
conscious ones are all busy in the city proper currently. Although I can
pass a message on to them if you need to speak to them."
"In the meantime feel free to explore around a bit. All sections that
are dangerous have been locked off so you can't harm anything. Simply
follow the coloured stripe to the area you want go to."
Recreation Level
Power Complex
Transport Centre
Archives
Notice-board