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The incendiary illogic of her mind was tamed by her frigid and calculating presence. She was called in to discover the why but her eyes darted for the where. The door creaked shut behind her. She looked up at the near endless ceilings, illuminated only by a string of lights that gave off a triangular, hazy glow. The enclosure was grotesquely plain and immense. 100 metres by 100 hundred metres by 100 metres. She followed the divisive lighting, her steps echoing rhapsodically off the concrete walls. She paused and mused upon the nuances of the nothingness and the pointlessness of the space. Nary a speck of dust of a smearing of sweat. Nothing. Pointless. But she had to figure out the where before the why could make any sense.