We walked to the other
end of the hallway, which was about 100 meters long, passing a set of
doors on each side about every 10 meters. The hallway ended at another
glass door. A larger room was on the other side of the door; inside of it
were arrays of monitors, strange, vintage-looking dials, keyboards inlayed
into an expansive desktop/workspace, and most notably, a large glass
observatory window. I couldn't see what the observatory window looked out
upon from the hallway.
"We wanted you to see just how big this facility is, first," the woman
told me. "There is a lot of international money tied into Synchro Systems
research, regardless of what you might have read in the press."
"What's your name?" I asked her.
She paused, looking at me as if I were stupid.
"Here's our door," she said, instead of answering, opening the door
immediately behind her instead of the glass door that led to the
observatory and controls room. We stepped into a small office. Inside, it
was set up quite similarly to a physician's exam room. The kinds of things
you'd find inside of an exam room were in there, anyway, and it appeared
that there were medical supplies of some sort behind the translucent
cabinet doors inside of the room. "Have a seat," she said, nodding her
head towards the exam bench.
"I'll stand," I answered.
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