A Fire in Their Eyes #165

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"It looks so thin." She muttered. "I mean, I understand the physics behind it more or less, but it's almost unbelievable to look at."

 

"It's only six inches wide at the base, if I recall." Crow said, craning his neck to stare as well. "But it has to be tapered, so it's almost six feet wide halfway up, before it shrinks back down again."

 

The marines walked them to a giant room bustling with activity, and left them with a technician who showed them to a pair of comfortable seats inside a cubicle next to an odd interior window that looked out on a corridor of personnel busy moving items around on fork lifts. The window and seats clicked for Rebecca first.

 

"My god, we're in the compartment right now." She said, Crow raised an eyebrow at her and she gestured wildly around. "We're in the elevator right now. This whole room goes up."

 

Crow whitened a little and stood up to look over the cubicle walls. The room was half the size of a football field, and rapidly filling with strap-secured straps and a few dozen sentis in addition to one or two other human passengers. "It really does look way too thin. I always thought of elevator more literally, like a little ten by ten compartment that goes up with bad music and fake wood paneling."

 

Rebecca flipped through a pamphlet tucked into a document holders mounted on the wall and shook her head. "The cable is anchored five hundred feet under the surface and the entire top of the building opens up to allow a hundred foot diameter storage car to pass." She held up a diagram to Crow. "We won't even be the only car, it says here that they run up to eight at a time, slinging them off the end up there as they come up."

 

Crow took his seat and busied himself reading a magazine he found in the same pocket as Rebecca's pamphlet. He snorted and tossed the magazine aside, acid welling up in his stomach at the memories it brought. It was the precise issue he had browsed a couple weeks ago in Dr. Anderson's office. When I still had a little boy.

 

A senti stewardess gave them the rundown of the lift procedures once the compartment had bee filled to the brim. Crow noticed that the other sentis did not pay her any attention and seemed particularly pre-occupied with themselves.

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