The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
The nurse’s station on this floor, a ward still in its original design, featured a half-door where patients could get their medicine. Portra 160.
We people are so small.
A mid-line polishing booth. It was fun to see the thousands of lasers and other sensors that guided the robotic arms and tools around the bodies as they passed. Note the red/green stop/go lights in the distance.
Iron lions in the doctor’s apartment guard the way to the dining room.
Camera: Pentax 67.
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.