Arthro
Arthropod Enthusiast
@Zangyl
Stepping down from the inside of a security van, this time of his own accord, Pyotr snapped his head around to soak in the new surroundings. This was a much less bustling portion of the city -- or perhaps not many citizens were about due to the actions taken earlier? Either way, the buildings weren't nearly as tall as they were horizontally expansive. The entire area seemed almost industrial, with pipes going from building to building overhead, along with suspended tunnels connecting to structures across the streets. The foundation before him appeared to be a hospital of some sort, as many of the sleek transparent windows showed the familiar atmosphere of medical rooms within. The building was curving, almost entirely made of glass and reflecting the blue sky and white puffs of precipitation above. It was almost beautiful, yet Pyotr seemed to forget what exactly beauty meant as he simply stared at it, dumbfounded.
Striding forward towards the front door just as his robotic 'friend' exited the van behind him, Pyotr was interrupted and corrected. That was the wrong building.
Turning to then see the correct facility, he was shown a very, very different building from the other he had been anticipating. It was barren - no - lifeless. Absolutely no windows, just four tasteless beige walls coupled by several strange pieces of technology jutting out from some of the walls. They lacked any sort of geometry, and seemed to move as if they were alive, periodically adjusting themselves to do... Something. Nothing about the building was appealing in comparison to the one witnessed earlier, yet Pyotr didn't seem to mind, it was in much better condition than anything he had seen on his Earth.
Their short approach began, the door across the street.
When faced with the entrance, a somewhat inconspicuous keypad was pressed systematically by one of the guards after checking his magical PDA. The door, much thicker than expected, was pushed open automatically and the pair of mostly unwanted subjects were ushered inside as it began to close.
This whole place had a very militaristic look to it, very bleak, very strong, very sterile. Just as Pyotr and UV entered, a team of two approached them with handheld hoses attached to a pack suspended in their offhand. Spraying both him and the machine down with a strange, misty substance that evaporated shortly, him and the Gaz-made bot were spotless; the cleanest Pyotr's suit had been in years. UV, however, looked exactly the same as usual, perhaps just a little more annoyed.
The outsiders were moved forward in the room to a desk with an old, yet sturdy man behind it. He did nothing but stare at them with two stern, sunken in eyes for several tense seconds.
Pyotr broke the silence with a muffled cough, "We are- uhh- I am here for-"
"I know why you're here." the wrinkled man interrupted through yellow teeth. "Elevator. Wait for a guard." he spoke with an almost weak, shaking voice, pointing his bony finger to a thick elevator door a short distance to the left. Pyotr salutes, but is waved off by the man with a grumble inaudible to all but UV: "Work on your English..."
They stood at the elevator for a good ten minutes before a security member begrudgingly came by to accompany them inside of the massive cargo elevator. There were no walls inside, so the sudden speed at which they descended down the dark, barren shaft was very apparent, along with how many floors they were going down. UV became one with the trusses that made up the "ceiling" of the elevator with a loud CLANG, frighteningly showing how the entire car was suspended by just a few steel cables.
Pyotr was never one for closed in spaces.
The elevator began to slow, and a steel door slowly panned into view from below. It hissed loudly at the three before slowly churning open from a pair of gears. It clacked upon being open all the way, and the area inside was an airlock with a window, showing a guard in a very similar garb and attitude to the miserable one escorting them. He closed and opened the massive doors, letting Pyotr and UV through into a larger room. The noise of the airlock door was intense in comparison to the waiting room, for it was nearly entirely silent save for a seemingly omnipresent piano playing. The man could strangely hear it very clearly inside of his helmet; too clear to be his radio.
Entirely pristine. Almost everything in the room was completely, blindingly white. Pyotr squinted, covering his eyes with a hand while his visor compensated for the sudden brightness. It seemed as if the light inside had been eternally bouncing around off the white walls and furniture -- the rows of chairs, the floor, the walls, everything. Even the receptionist desk and the woman working it had white clothing and glowing skin. She was silent, almost robotic. One would even say she was a robot.
Pyotr had a hard time fitting in the chairs due to his massive size and the pack on his back, so UV ended up combining two chairs to make a larger one for Pyotr to sit in comfortably: it destroyed both chairs, but neither of them or even the receptionist in the window seemed to care.
There they waited for what seemed like ages, Pyotr in time began glancing uncomfortably around inside of the waiting area, tapping his heel on the ground until UV requested him to stop with some annoyance.
"UV, what if we get trapped down here?"
The sphere said nothing, only the soft sound of his mechanical eyelids clicking together could be heard with a blink.
"Peter?" The receptionist finally showed signs of life.
"Pyotr." He corrected, pushing himself from the modified chairs. A door opened up, and a nurse made herself visible.
"Right this way. The doctor's waiting for you." her soft voice allured, and he complied while UV remained static in the still air.
Stepping down from the inside of a security van, this time of his own accord, Pyotr snapped his head around to soak in the new surroundings. This was a much less bustling portion of the city -- or perhaps not many citizens were about due to the actions taken earlier? Either way, the buildings weren't nearly as tall as they were horizontally expansive. The entire area seemed almost industrial, with pipes going from building to building overhead, along with suspended tunnels connecting to structures across the streets. The foundation before him appeared to be a hospital of some sort, as many of the sleek transparent windows showed the familiar atmosphere of medical rooms within. The building was curving, almost entirely made of glass and reflecting the blue sky and white puffs of precipitation above. It was almost beautiful, yet Pyotr seemed to forget what exactly beauty meant as he simply stared at it, dumbfounded.
Striding forward towards the front door just as his robotic 'friend' exited the van behind him, Pyotr was interrupted and corrected. That was the wrong building.
Turning to then see the correct facility, he was shown a very, very different building from the other he had been anticipating. It was barren - no - lifeless. Absolutely no windows, just four tasteless beige walls coupled by several strange pieces of technology jutting out from some of the walls. They lacked any sort of geometry, and seemed to move as if they were alive, periodically adjusting themselves to do... Something. Nothing about the building was appealing in comparison to the one witnessed earlier, yet Pyotr didn't seem to mind, it was in much better condition than anything he had seen on his Earth.
Their short approach began, the door across the street.
When faced with the entrance, a somewhat inconspicuous keypad was pressed systematically by one of the guards after checking his magical PDA. The door, much thicker than expected, was pushed open automatically and the pair of mostly unwanted subjects were ushered inside as it began to close.
This whole place had a very militaristic look to it, very bleak, very strong, very sterile. Just as Pyotr and UV entered, a team of two approached them with handheld hoses attached to a pack suspended in their offhand. Spraying both him and the machine down with a strange, misty substance that evaporated shortly, him and the Gaz-made bot were spotless; the cleanest Pyotr's suit had been in years. UV, however, looked exactly the same as usual, perhaps just a little more annoyed.
The outsiders were moved forward in the room to a desk with an old, yet sturdy man behind it. He did nothing but stare at them with two stern, sunken in eyes for several tense seconds.
Pyotr broke the silence with a muffled cough, "We are- uhh- I am here for-"
"I know why you're here." the wrinkled man interrupted through yellow teeth. "Elevator. Wait for a guard." he spoke with an almost weak, shaking voice, pointing his bony finger to a thick elevator door a short distance to the left. Pyotr salutes, but is waved off by the man with a grumble inaudible to all but UV: "Work on your English..."
They stood at the elevator for a good ten minutes before a security member begrudgingly came by to accompany them inside of the massive cargo elevator. There were no walls inside, so the sudden speed at which they descended down the dark, barren shaft was very apparent, along with how many floors they were going down. UV became one with the trusses that made up the "ceiling" of the elevator with a loud CLANG, frighteningly showing how the entire car was suspended by just a few steel cables.
Pyotr was never one for closed in spaces.
The elevator began to slow, and a steel door slowly panned into view from below. It hissed loudly at the three before slowly churning open from a pair of gears. It clacked upon being open all the way, and the area inside was an airlock with a window, showing a guard in a very similar garb and attitude to the miserable one escorting them. He closed and opened the massive doors, letting Pyotr and UV through into a larger room. The noise of the airlock door was intense in comparison to the waiting room, for it was nearly entirely silent save for a seemingly omnipresent piano playing. The man could strangely hear it very clearly inside of his helmet; too clear to be his radio.
Entirely pristine. Almost everything in the room was completely, blindingly white. Pyotr squinted, covering his eyes with a hand while his visor compensated for the sudden brightness. It seemed as if the light inside had been eternally bouncing around off the white walls and furniture -- the rows of chairs, the floor, the walls, everything. Even the receptionist desk and the woman working it had white clothing and glowing skin. She was silent, almost robotic. One would even say she was a robot.
Pyotr had a hard time fitting in the chairs due to his massive size and the pack on his back, so UV ended up combining two chairs to make a larger one for Pyotr to sit in comfortably: it destroyed both chairs, but neither of them or even the receptionist in the window seemed to care.
There they waited for what seemed like ages, Pyotr in time began glancing uncomfortably around inside of the waiting area, tapping his heel on the ground until UV requested him to stop with some annoyance.
"UV, what if we get trapped down here?"
The sphere said nothing, only the soft sound of his mechanical eyelids clicking together could be heard with a blink.
"Peter?" The receptionist finally showed signs of life.
"Pyotr." He corrected, pushing himself from the modified chairs. A door opened up, and a nurse made herself visible.
"Right this way. The doctor's waiting for you." her soft voice allured, and he complied while UV remained static in the still air.
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