Corporate Lobby

[Vogel]

"Of course, wouldn't want that!" Hayes said, smile locked, before following the lighted path through the doorway and into the lobby.

Jeeze, like following airway signs. Was this just standard fare because the place was as big as they claimed, or was it just another way to be in control? Following directions along the floor like cleaning droids?

He strolled up to the bar, casual in his gait. Screens mounted on the ceilings, at personal tables and booths, and even on some walls, pervaded the room, most of them displaying the same Occulus broadcast. The exceptions were either other Occulus stations, or business stations all the same. One might have said that the room needed no illumination, as the screens sufficed.

"Hey, bartender!" he called out over the din of the broadcasts, "Fix me a vodka martini! Shaken, not-"

And then he stopped short of the counter, seeing only the bartender's back. Only then had he recognized the curious possibility that the bartender was just another android.