»I found myself inside a vast yellow funnel, as high as a cathedral nave. A cluster of transparent blue colored [micro:form]s ran down the sloping walls and disappeared into round reels.
I turned round.
The ventilation shafts were roaring, sucking the sound from the planet ́s atmosphere which had infiltrated the Compact Cassette when my capsule has landed inside the Station. Empty snap-box of a tape stood upright, and above only a neon sign "|o+o|" glowed, pointing towards a moving walkway which was silently unreeling.
I allowed myself to be carried forward into the sound of this recording...«