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.......Art pushed on the ancient grill style vent, it didn't have any security accept some simple inside fasteners. Art opened the grill up almost as fast as if it had been a manual door, from the grills place high on the wall he dropped quietly to the floor. Art notice how easy and silent this was as the floor was solid and didn't creak as well as being padded with some kind substance worked with both color and texture designs ***** in the middle of one edge of the room was a tech' thing it looked like old man Larz's nest near the roof of the third floor, and that wasn't much good for anything but sleeping. Art pawfooted across the floor to the door this had some real old elect-lite security it took less time to infel' then the grill had but the door still wouldn't open. looking at the hinges Art noted that the working surfaces were grimed not enough to stick the door but enough to show that the door was not used regularly, after carefully audit'n the door Art was ready to swear that that door hadn't been opened in as long as he had been alive. Art looked around the room with a fresh Eye this would make the biggest nest he had ever seen much less squatted, that was if this place was really as abandoned as all that. that Larz thing in the middle of the room would hold a very big man if it was a nest, even so it took up only one fingers worth of both hands. the walls and floor were lined with texuf. that Art didn't even try to Eye except to find if there was any kind of security ears, or eyes, nothing that he saw was of anything he recognized as such and all this stuff was old, it looked as if it hadn't been used in a long time. every thing was spotless on the surface and and the works but spots of the works that don't were well grimed even if it would have been easy to clean as if the maint' for this room was a real stupid bot, looking around again. Art decided this might really be the case, he began to relax further. it had been to long since a real good sleep had been possible ,and Art could tell it was slowing him down this could be an ideal place if "Water" Art exclaimed in the first word he said since he had pushed the grill from the wall, against the wall to the left of the grill he saw a fancy waterspot like the upper fairs had for the marks, grinning like a wastRat bot Art drank more water then he had in the last week, but only after he Eyed that it didn't have even the simplest security meter or id plate. The floor was soft so Art simply laid down but as he looked across the floor the door bothered him it was to much for him to sleep in the open so near a door, he got up and walked to the thing that was like Larz's nest if it was the same kind of thing it would have a cloth covering it to keep out the sound, Larz wasn't the only one to have that simple of a nest. it didn't it was solid. with everything else turning out so good it didn't even bother Art that this hope had failed. how was he to know what this texuf did if it wasn't a nest, suddenly Art's body shook and and he giggled, a sound he hadn't heard since before his mother had died. his hand reached out and slowly lifted the plaz lid to the thing. Under the lid was a hollow in it, Art reached in and touched a lining of cloth it was the softest cloth he had ever felt, thickest under were his head would lay even with the size of the thing. looking at it Art decided he would have to lay flat on his back. this didn't bother Art in the smallest, after sleeping in the tool hamper in the Grey Park almost upside down this was a dream. but after laying in the box and before he had a chance to close the lid his head felt something hard press against it in the mound of cloth, and some smaller knobs in the cloth around his back. Art carefully sat up he half turned trying to straighten the cloth but discovered that it has attached to the inside of the box in several places, he also discovered that the hard things in the cloth were made up of two units the most numerous of them were little knobs that ran up the cloth in such a way that they actually supported his back if placed correctly, the second thing was a flexible loop of metal under his head this was harder to deal with until Art discovered that part of the cloth made a hood and the metal obviously was there to keep the hood in place circling his head as it did laying the extra cloth across him. Once the box seemed as comfortable as possible, the back supports in place, and the hood shading his eyes from the light. Art reached up and closed the box. for one hand of clock spans the room was silent then suddenly across the room next to an armed chair the wall changed, symbols appeared next to the chair { SUBJECT MEDITATION LEVEL; SLEEP / I/O Unformatted: Run; Formatting; Data Stream Fill;Basic Phonics 1,2,3,Dream Chamber Key Boards1.2,Library Plans; Design SOP, Basic, General, Maint' SOP, Glossary Civil Standards Verbal, Visual, Math/Physics Prefixes:: run time 38# :: REQUEST AUTH'; ______ } the strange symbols sat there with no response for moments, then the ancient screen wavered momentarily, when it recovered. the symbols had changed {AUTH' Accepted code name WATER}.......
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