The Vault

I made my way down the staircase into the Vault. There was a woman on reception, mid-30s, long brown hair, glasses. She looked up at me, then...

The woman wasn't on reception the next time I visited the Vault. It was a man, in his late fifties, slim, neatly presented with a finely trimmed...

"There's a Vault," I told the men when I returned from my first visit. An archive. With a woman on reception. She took me to a booth with a hamster...

I returned from my trip to find myself covered in sweat. I showered and changed into a new set of clothes. I went into the lounge to update Adrian on...

I took a red pill, sat in my meditation posture and entered The Zone. Once there I was able to enter the Vault. This time neither the man nor the...