The room was dark.
This chamber had been used once... at another time it had been filled with light, with argument, with alcohol, with smoke.... it had been filled with life.
It had stood still for some time. Matters had continued - there was urgency somewhere. But not here,
The terminals that circled the room lay quiet. Grey brown dust covered their screens.. a layer of dirt and dust filled the gaps between screen, between keyboard terminal, between drink holder.
All was silent. No one had entered this room for some time. While life offered many disturbances... those instances had not disturbed this room for a number of years.
*Beep"
Somewhere in the room, a single terminal awoke.
If someone was there to watch.... which there was not, they would have seen a faint white glow emanate from beneath a layer of dust on a monitor on one of the screens that circled the room.
For a few seconds, a silent stream of text and numbers could have been seen beneath the dust... rapidly flickering in dust covered lines and dust covered graphs until finally the flurry of dancing text and symbols stopped.
There was a silent, white square cursor who, from beneath the dust, blinked a last few final flickerings of light and then....
Darkness returned to the room,
Its terminals fell silent, returning to their slumber, this sudden blinking of light and sound but a momentary interruption to the quiet within this place..
