A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
Cat paw prints on the control panels. Remember to lock-out-tag-out, Power Raccoons, and keep your own keys.
The mark of a long producing mine is these racks of thousands of core samples, stored next to the capped mine shaft.
On the second floor of the former carpentry shop, originally the delivery wagon shed.
Minecraft reference. This is the backroom of a company that made eyeglasses the old-fashioned way. In fact, some of the lens blanks were even left behind, under the piles of trash on the desks.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
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.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.