The door unlocks with a resounding clunk and whirs open.

You enter a room busy with the grinding of machines and whirring fans of supercomputers.

A neon sign dimly lights the surrounding area proclaiming: “Central Processing.”

Central Processing for what?

You tread cautiously down halls, doorways, and brightly lit rooms - all buzzing with the sound of something being on. A lot of somethings.

Where is everybody?

What is this place?

Why is it here?

The lights are all on, but nobody seems to be home.

In the back, you find a room empty of anything except a single computer terminal with some words on it. You step closer.

“New Content,” it says.

There’s no additional information.

You hit a key.

“…retrieving…” the screen says as it blinks.

“…retrieving…” it writes out again.