Thursday, August 09, 2007


Kind of reminiscent of the transporter room, isn't it? Although, in this case, it's non-functional. All of these doors open onto failed businesses. About two blocks east of here, it's pretty much skid row with some very sad people trying to survive as best they can. Which, given that most of them are addicted to one of any number of possible things - heroin, alcohol... - and, if they're female, pretty much forced to work as prostitutes, isn't anywhere close to anything you'd ever label with the adjective "best". These are folks that'd be real darn glad to find a functioning transporter room that might beam them somewhere, anywhere, new.

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