CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The first thing I noticed when the elevator doors opened was how quiet the Elastic Cave was. Granted, it wasn’t normally a very noisy place, because Rubberman and Adams usually worked pretty quietly, but I was usually greeted by one of them when I entered the place or I could hear Adams working in the kitchen or hear the news anchors on the Control System’s monitors yakking about whatever the news of the day was. Today, however, I heard nothing.
Also, the Elastic Cave was dark. Usually, the place was pretty well-lit; I didn’t know if the lights were ever turned off, given how I only worked in here during the late afternoon and evening and generally left after the sun had gone down. But it seemed like someone had shut off most of the lights, because the entire Cave was
