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It was dark. Too dark, and even so I closed the door: slate, the lock snaps inside us, the living soul, the living body, do not see anything, even their own hands. Example, I myself in your eyes and see nothing.

- Losing in the dark - she muttered at last, so I reached the wall.
I felt the fingertips obeschniętymi cylindrical shape, slippery plastic. Tick. Rows of dozens of elongated fluorescent light blue light rozbłyskają once.
- I.
- I can see it already.
- Cool.

After five seconds, my eyes get used to the light, I associate the facts slowly, slowly recognize shapes, recognize it. Heavy makeup, dress in the middle of winter, amorphous hair: climbing up and down the neck, covered with arms.
We walk slowly on solid concrete, moving effortlessly, as if in orbit sooner than they might be under sea level. We achieve the last goal pełznięcia hundred steps.

There is one such place. From the outside looks like a musty basement. Dressing up neatly in the event of an unexpected blizzard, there often occur in lutych styczniach and when the wind tugging with the persistence of two year old mossy stumps of alders, ash and pine trees. Barely after a slight repeal doorpost and the first zdekoncentrowanym glance it appears to be the Lost Kingdom.
Stairs skrętno-posuwistymi movements clumsy rush snakes, centipedes abdomens in the color of faded graphite. Run away from my steps. Next is easier, then is flat: hall cluttered huge vats filled with the very top of something that had never dreamed of engineers, technologists, chemists, extend over several acres, bearing huge fan of sześcioramiennych windmills, nadmuchujących the red-hot metal heat sinks, grind with ultra high frequency; infinite motor apparatus connected together at first sight without serious logic squeals, works, thoughts. From the top of the arteries of canals and pipes dripping water, resounded with bending elbows, tees donośnymi chlapnięciami, flows through the pump and speeding aimlessly ahead, finding its final outlet except only in the sea.
And above all is the noise, the overwhelming noise of the pistons, turbines, steel coated with rust coating kilkunastocalowym.

Merits, the heart of this body is a series of underground electrical cabinets, climbing upwards to the vault. Flashing green lights on them. Thousands of tiny lights, supervisors whole, lies motionless in a cool iron, blends into the automated carcass of the mother. They are like the eyes of the machine, always open the eyes of the predator, passionately watching over hunted prey. They watch and observe, even during sleep. They see us.

They see us as we sit on a blanket at the foot of the white paint odrapanego pillar, roof maintenance. In półparterze changing perspective. Blanket is brown, beige plaid. It is riddled by the moths, as rag lying here, with the radiator fins. But sit down.

- Look, these green płomyczki there in the bay, they look like a forest - she says.
- Yes, like a forest of green light. As the truest wilderness full of wild animals.
I put his hand into his pocket, pulls out a pack of matches.
- Rattle.
- Rattle - confirm.
We start stukotać content. The air stands.
- This is one big, ribald wit.

Time passes. We look ahead. I am at it - is on the side - then again in front of him.
Lights glow and glitter fragile everything is becoming more green, even a blanket, on which we sit, even coating of concrete, surface graying shabby walls and strokes columns. Even we, or our faces. And yours. Turn green with envy that they have no place in this asexual anecdote.