The office for the Government (Dominion) Elevator had a nice hat collection left over.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
Behind the main shaft is this familiar industrial sight… a running count of days since the last injury.
Empty equipment racks behind a missile launcher.
…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.
Gaskets still organized on nails beside the power plant. This used to be a maintenance room, but since its roof and walls were torn down, it’s not any kind of room.
The remains of the surgical suite.
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.
1950s safety posters about static and proper footware hide in remote offices, where the curious haven’t stolen them… yet.