You're in a data centre in The Palace of the Resistance. The sound of machinery comes from afar and loosely scattered newspapers are floating in place.
You're outside a diner in Harbour of the Discourse. Little piles of ruined crates are scattered about and a freezing, gentle rain falls with a regular burst of wind.
You're in a studio in The Innovation House. A large, new, limestone table sits alone in the centre of the room and the sound of a ticking clock comes from nearby.