One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
This seems to be the space where upholstery patterns would be drafted. On the table were half-finished notes on a new design.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
A strange arcade machine in the basement.
The floor IS the machine…
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
A storm passes over BOMARC’s center row of launch buildings. You can clearly see the tracks on which the roof would retract for launch.
A side door for the brick factory.
2011. Flavored beers are still popular. The flavor concentrates were stored in this bank of fridges.