VIIITHE LIGHTED PANELS had seems in them at each level, so we could see these rise up above us and they gradually increased in speed going by. I pulled Marj to me to keep her safe and to balance both of us, as there were some vibrations in the floor as we picked up speed.
I could now smell her faint natural perfume, as well as the leather jacket she wore. And knew this was something special.
Soon, the walls were nearly a blur, and they started pulsing in their own pattern. Lights which formed a fourth dimension to the language.
“Muzak,” Marj whispered.
“What?” I asked.
“A.I. Elevator music. See the patterns. Close, but not exactly like a theme song. You can make out a three-part, sometimes four-part harmony to it. And it’s a certain constant tempo. See? And now it’s slowing, the final
