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CERN, in 2004 I think. Everything was beige in that world. The walls and ceilings, the tables and chairs. The computers. Immaculate. Inoffensive. Super calm. Tranquil even. Like some Scandinavian mental or correctional facility.

At night though, you might walk down a flight of stairs and find yourself in poorly lit tunnels, lined with sagging cables and steaming pipes, stepping over black pools of standing water and past broken metal walkways, as if you'd somehow crossed a threshold between Geneva and Doom or Half-Life.

At least that’s how I remember it.