Non Story

The building was built like a box. Someone had thought that it would be cool to build their own version of a pentagon for themselves, but then ran out of funds and had to settle for a square. But the cool part was the optical illusion that it created. You would never guess how big it was until you were standing in front of the gigantic gates and being completely dwarfed by the dam like walls of pure white rising up in front of you, like never ending extension of the sky. It was almost a spiritual experience, in that it made you momentarily think of the largeness of the universe and the ant you represent. Until you realize that its all man made, and then you just mentally gloat.

A man stood in front of those gates for about a minute before entering the fortress through a tiny mouse hole of a doorway - a meta gate - in the dark and imposing gateway. He had the immediate impression that he had been entombed in a matter of seconds. It was a very narrow corridor. He was led by white coated men down the hallway. The corridor seemed to be never ending, and after a point the man came to a conclusion that he was hopelessly lost and if the meeting he was being led to did not end successfully, he had seen the afternoon sun for the last time ever. With these last vampiric thoughts he shut off his thinking system and mentally prepared to enter a meeting with a client who needed something done which was very special.