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They entered the booth. It was dark, the only light being what filtered in through the open door. When their eyes adjusted, they could see the building was just a hollow cube, with walls half a meter thick and the rest open space. The interior was the same gray concrete as the outside, dull and featureless. There was a concrete bench across the back wall, formed to fit the backsides of the original builders and much too narrow to accommodate humans. Bred sat down on the dusty concrete floor and Tyla, after a moment’s hesitation, sat down beside him. They waited in silence for the wondrous event to occur. They stared at the walls, at the ceiling, at the floor, at anything but each other. “Why doesn’t something happen?” Tyla said finally. “You don’t suppose we picked a booth that isn’t work